eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]

Silence

Everlastingly it flows
in the air it generously glows
and though the eyes cannot see
there's an aura around that's free.

The gentleness of the wind
the essence of a bind,
as it caresses the leaves of the trees,
the shivers run with the breeze.

And there's a song
that never truly goes wrong
for when the ocean sings,
the soul grows wings.

A paradise, the world is,
it's what our eyes miss,
it's what our souls crave,
an overwhelming sensational wave
gives way into the heart,
it's all an exceptional art.

Because when you see carefully,
you'll notice the threads being pulled apart
and your ears will draw the curtains of deafness.

And that's when you'll know,
even in silence,
there's a whisper
that calls you towards it.