Sunday 7 July 2013

A poem

Beyond you, the walnut tree sways
in the fortress of my memory
 
there is a pool of pain.
i can watch it without a flicker.
 
 
 
 
 
i'm where i open my eyes
i open my eyes where i am
 
without want, without hopes.
 
All is still so beautiful
i can see it
i can hear it....
 

 
 

Listen, there's so much to drink from this silence.
 
In moments like these
 words cannot mean much more...
 
So just let your heart speak from its quietness.