silent | forgottenmeadows

Silent Reverie

Lost in silent reverie,

you watch the birds fly,

with no rush,

to be anywhere but here,

under blue skies,

soaking in earth.

You are a traveler,

who awaits the storm,

by the afternoon window,

of unspoken words.

I think time was born deaf,
perfect symphony shattered
inside my own musings
and it stood silent…
stoic almost like the smile that graced my lips