hiatus

'sounds of silence'

past the neon lights

and sometimes you know there are too many cobwebs... there's too many strings...

she was there... and she knew this was one of those moments where change would set into motion... from her hair color to her silences... she couldn't explain it... like on a rainy night as a puddle splashes by and a bat flies too low... like on a cloudy summer day it's just the right shade of purple at sunset... like she opens the door and a raven stares through the dense green of the trees... like a log cabin with the fireplace aglow...

this was big.

free life

as he strummed his electric girlfriend she heard the voice of his heart... she heard everything he was wanting to say in the strum of those six strings...

she held him close and felt the voice of his soul and slowly danced to the tune she heard.. she danced with him and a raven flew over head as the leaves of the palm seemed to take over the strumming and she got lost in the warmth of his life...

signs..?

two ravens encircled her as she stepped out into the morning rain... there had always been one... was this a sign?

twilight swept it's curtain and pinned it with a star... in a rain stricken sky... was this a sign?

darkness hugged her close as her soul felt calm... on a stormy day... was this a sign?

ebony

"Wake up the dawn and ask her why

A dreamer dreams, she never dies"

- Oasis

it's still... stormy yet still... she picks up a flowing skirt and muddles up her curls... she looks up to the sky to find an early evening moon... wistful eyes..

she tries to smile to make most of the night...

a lone a gain

and silence in an intertwine as a thought begins to break

in mellowed hues of soft light

she walks in beauty like the night

of raindrops blue and a raven peeking in

she stares at the sky changing its' hues!

spiral

and in the sullen darkness of a warm night she looks upto her lil piece of the sky... or at least the one she calls her own... she stares into the colors of midnight long enough to see stars beyond the infinite...

there is an unrest... there is no song she's hanging onto... there is no tune she's humming... there's just a swirl in her head refusing to settle...

and there is but one image embedded deeply in her mind's eye that keeps on playing... her lil piece of the mountain with a huge black scar used like a scribble pad... it's almost replaced the flame she would see each time she would close her eyes...

"and the wheel's just keep on turning

while the drummer begins to drum.."