Silence of a still day
though the grass and trees
sway in the air.
Belonging to a power
that encircles with
your hug.
Pressing for reasons
that elude the
captive audience
of strangers that
know the future
but condemned me years ago
Circling my life in a
slow outward spiral
like in a maze
started at the centre.
Wearing forgiveness as
my clothes washed
in winds of blue sky.
Silence is the relief
I receive from you
from all the world’s lies
just as all these things
add up to strength.
None of these things are even a small
thread through time and decay
and all are the things I have
with you.
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