Silence

A silence that seeps in beyond shapes

Of open boughs

Of a nap pent in shining corridors

Barren landscapes of polished silence,

Loitering an atmosphere whithered by unpolite answers

In perpetual paths, spattered countenance, second falls, chestnut taste.

A silence that remains forlorn within cages of pupils wet of ethereal pace

Of sounds silenced by paths unwalked

Forced silence

Dedicated to my English speaking friends