Speaking In Silence

She spoke of the sky and flowers

Of a lost friend

And a world I didn't know

Of a sunset remembered from her first day of college

And of fractured fragments of late seconds and hours

..... and the music within

And these days I speak to her often through the clouds and airwaves

These narratives of longing

Across mountains, tree lines and imposed borders

In whispers and meditation

In frequent moments of contemplation

She was present in last night's dream

And the struggle to hold on

2024 / February 2025