Reflections of Silence

By the rivers of green, be the bend,
to hold the silence that ambiantly flows,
audible can never hold its' essence.

Heed to the gentle galloping winds that
bear their foals of wafts, to lightly trot
through the pastures of the lucidness.

Silence quitely seeps through the lush
of greenish lore, dwindling folios of green,
gently hushed to their jaded peripheries.

Listen as the whispering elms, the pines
that whisper soft, the rustles of the winds,
hearken to the lore, never quite gaudiness.

Soft whispers of passions quietly imbue
to secrete into the heart of a soul, for
its pure ambiance flows through the fickle.

The eye is the beholder of this silence,
holding crimson hues in their glories as
they sway in their blue evening attire.

Tiers of beaus looming through the skies
with soft and pure opulence with such
gentle hues in splendors of amethyst.

Capture its' essence, the moment is
but a sigh, embrace the gentle breeze
the sweeps into the silence of dusk.
 

Reviews

[Michael X]

thought stream, the power of the spiritual, when nature infuses energy,
poetically divine, your words are a dreamscape, that flows into the skies
of eternity, where wings brush against the wild. beauiful work, loved it ^_^