in that slow, mournful cry of a blazing guitar
or the silence of when you've lost your tongue
Losing yourself in the silence that comes after you've said more than you should
"It's only dark for a short time my love...the sun may not be seen, but it still shines"
What's ever been lost standing on a beach
Listening to the ocean
Does loss come from caring too much or not enough?
There is no hidden hand
No half empty or half filled glass
White noise and the silence of a breeze in the trees
Forbidden moments and everything one perceives
Is there no better avenue in which your time can be spent
Instead if trying to extinguish what will always exist
Enjoy the scenery along the ride
Keep the background noise at bay
Ask any question, the answers never change