In the velvet midnight sky
The illuminated moon hung high
Crickets chirp their melancholy songs
As though the night gave out a sigh
Grim clouds cover the moon
As if with gloomy grace;
Trickles of rain descend
Soon downpour like a race
Rainfall beating like a drum;
Creating a frantic orchestra,
Shooing crickets into fright
Arising ambivalent glum
Suddenly rainfall and grim clouds depart
Leaving its soaked mark on the earth
Refreshing the velvet midnight sky
As though it never occurred
A mind kept in a dark room
Locked inside a mind
Cluttered minds they become
Forming as one
Confusion awakens
Lost in each others minds
Battling for answers
To ease there troubled minds
Deeper in mind they go
Falling in dark
As if in a void
Endless it seems
Reaching ends meet
They sink into forgetfulness
Easing confusion
A labyrinth of the deepest emotions
they ablaze within the eye
as if born of fire
the zest for emotion is held deep within
maybe we are just emotionally emotionless
maybe we are nothing but just iridescent tears
falling from within the eye we descend
lost within the eyes we are
emotions being trapped
screaming out for attention
nothingness begins to set
creating everlasting oblivion
Here I am
Drifting like a feather
In the cool licked breeze
Under the pale moon of night
Where I may go
Only the winds know
I sway and soar
Like a dove in flight
Rising and falling
Like a phoenix in everlasting rebirth
Silently I drift
Drifting in the winds sorrow
Becoming one with the voices of the wind
Whispering to me there graceful, silent cries
Only wanting to be heard
But those who know to drift
Like a feather
To become one with the wind
To sway and be free like a bird uncaged
Will know the songs and silent cries
Of the wind.
Echo of a silent scream
a melancholic scream
a scream no one can hear
but the silence itself
and those lost within the silence
a silent scream
licking at your skin
in a soft breeze as it echoes
origin of the silent scream
no one knows
a silent scream of mercy, perhaps
graceful yet dreadful
it drifts along cold sea shores
under the light of the moonlight
through the ancient mystical forests
unheard by trapped minds
yet heard by those lost within the silence
heard by the ones set free
drifting as if they were this silent scream
tears of a full moon
with grace they fall
a moon once full
now withered by sorrow
stolen by sunrise
risen by the nightfall
a new moon ascends
blazed yet cold
lukewarm raindrops fall
under the twilight sky
all is silent
all is soothed
by the melody of the moon that was
a song of grace and death