My Dimmed Soul
What is this silence that I hear
Moving in and out between you and me
Sparks of light, dark shades of black
Following me from within my soul.
Intensity of nothingness forms
Gathering dust around my life-less-ness
No GOD! to hear my inner prayer
Colorful canvas now covered in black-and blue.
Fallen brush balanced and burning
Upon my dried paint-splattered palette
Listening for a miracle of colors
Seeing only swirling desperate silence.
And you
following me
from within
my dimmed soul.
2011 © Dayvid Graybill
Vesna :)
I can feel that Light still exists within the depths of this colorlessness. Shine on. . .
piece needs a beautiful frame
and precisely hung
Charcoal Drawing Pencils
Vickie
Blessings,
Christine
Seeing only swirling desperate silence"---
A powerful and personal write!
Always,
Deborah
God be with you.
Lew
Peace and Love
Tony
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
this vividly written poem touches me. Silence can be such torture. But among that silence so much can always be heard.
Welcome back, my friend,
Amber