Ashen Silence
By Sprite
Under a waning moon waiting She sits inside the hollow of a tree With legs crossed and Her head bowed meditating. All around her the leaves fall Into the wind sympathetic to The rhythm of her woeful mind. The chills of sodden earth, Creep up her legs unrecognized By feelings numbed with despair. Ashen silence in the forest, As the bird songs have been dead For so long, she had yearned To hear them singing in the trees, But the only sound, the tempo In her head, she heard its song as All day it told her she was done, To let life go and walk away, Look for a happier landscape... She sits in the hollow of the tree, Her cheek pressed down upon the roots, And bleeds freely into the ground Listening for footfalls or wings, Wondering if her travels will take her To the music of higher things, Into rotting sunken earth, Or back to the life she was leaving. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 06:25 AM PST, Joyce 0 • 1
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"Under a waning moon waiting..."