Kirvus

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