Why is solace so
singularly sad
yet uplifting
in its hushed solitude?
is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts?
Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one
and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?
How could it be more tender
in any other way?
Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?
harmless aren’t i?
never a look away
never more than a few words to say
ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost
ever a twinkle…moreso a reflection of every other spirit
surely i say too much
and not mean much
surely i say but one word
and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance
when you look upon me
do i not seem not here?
intangled within my own yearning-keening-dreamings and all other ings
too dark and painful to delve and keep
how very little harm they will do so at first…
intotheindigo 