Silence
This earth where your feet fell remembers you still.
These trees have cast aside their skin
and embraced the world's displacement with
their quivering arms, filling the gaps
of your absence with loosely locked limbs.
These paths veiled in shadow are wild
now; angry shoots drape old ways where
the forest overthrows cement in anguish
at the loss. The secret trail is
hidden. Where we once worshipped the
weeds that decorated our meadow,
I mourn the ravaging of soil from
our holy ground, imprisoned by stone.
These waters race and roar,
tumbling. This river writhes through
time to find you; failing, it hurls forwards
and throws itself upon the rocks.
These infinite stars once stapled
the dark, welcoming our defiance.
They glitter now, mocking the tangled
world despairing.
We track your absence in the silence
that has rolled in with the clouds
and settled like fog. It has infiltrated
our homes; suffocating.
No shadow of you remains, yet this earth
Where your feet once fell
Remembers you still.
This earth where your feet fell remembers you still.
These trees have cast aside their skin
and embraced the world's displacement with
their quivering arms, filling the gaps
of your absence with loosely locked limbs.
These paths veiled in shadow are wild
now; angry shoots drape old ways where
the forest overthrows cement in anguish
at the loss. The secret trail is
hidden. Where we once worshipped the
weeds that decorated our meadow,
I mourn the ravaging of soil from
our holy ground, imprisoned by stone.
These waters race and roar,
tumbling. This river writhes through
time to find you; failing, it hurls forwards
and throws itself upon the rocks.
These infinite stars once stapled
the dark, welcoming our defiance.
They glitter now, mocking the tangled
world despairing.
We track your absence in the silence
that has rolled in with the clouds
and settled like fog. It has infiltrated
our homes; suffocating.
No shadow of you remains, yet this earth
Where your feet once fell
Remembers you still.
