One Evening

In the distance

A swirl of spark and cloud rules the dusking sky.

Over the Autumn grass and the stagnant pools

Lingers a smothering air

That sticks to skin

Sticks to bone

And sticks to soul.

 

Sometimes silence is the only thing required

To soothe the aching

And to understand the runaway heart.

Soft eyes

And the silent mouth will

Be enough to lift

The heavy weight of loneliness.

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