Silence

Silence
It speaks more
feeling tumble as if in darkness
confusion, misunderstanding
A few words spoken
In anguish, pain...maybe?
And now those words
Have led to this?
A swollen silence, awkward, dark
A Trailing blue, deep, beckoning
But nothing is lost, for...
A smile could bring the light into this suffocating
Silence

The Lonesome two

A strong wind
The two stand
Their eyes closed
Waiting...
An unlikely couple
Deep, dark secrets binding them
A liquidy attraction
Of beating hearts
And floral eyes
Complete silence, peace, a calm
Their hands touch
And the wind blows
a bit softly...

Robinson?....yes sir

“Robinson…what do you think?”
“Sir…its different..”
“How so…?”
“Well it’s like a garden, don’t you think?”
“hmm…”
“bright flowers sir, so many kinds…”
“and the people, Robinson, what about them?”
“Sir, they are…rather very human, very much so”
“really?”
“They are human, with so many sorrows and flaws, they are open and loud with a smile…a laugh,…however inside they often carry a deep sorrow. They don’t hide anything, their sorrows or their flaws. Though they use neither as an excuse… they are strong sir, very strong. Beautifully so.”
*sign* “Welcome Robinson, Welcome”