elliewinds

A blanket of quiet loneliness hovering about,
its absence noticed more than its presence.

A temporary shift, a slight movement out of the realm of darkness
to a place where small sprays …

No longer waiting for the other shoe.

I am what I was seeking.

The fortune teller was wrong, again.

Withering and weathering the stone falls.
The paths to the past are empty halls.
Piece by piece faded memories crumble.
Upon dry grass, tombstones tumble.

Fading away from my mind’s reach…

Standing on the edge,
it is the laughter causing the cliff to crumble.
If you are very quiet – you will hear it too.
Like steam from a teakettle, it is constantly erupting,
spreading an…