Settled symphony, before a dusted dawn
a timid wind meanders from the sea.
Pulsing from the light of closed eyes,
Silence is for those with sharp sight.
Darkness is not one with the blind.
Silence is not absence.
It is the observation of that
which is typically over looked.
Calm.
Attention given to a demanding
Thum. Thum. Swelling.
To notice the meaning
behind a sentence cut short.
Calm,
is courage, not to be swept away.
Darkness isn't evil.
It is not rot, but a pursuit.
A search for understanding
that
which is present
but remains
unseen.
Peace is just as eager as I to run
beside the trouble that echos
within my
self.
Peace doesn't leave until I do.
S.M.H-B