of things unsaid beneath
the streetlamp's dying glow.
Echoes ripple as if a curious
mind stood on the edges
of comprehension,
verbal jigsaw assembled from
whispering leaves.
visions collide,
fragments singing in
colors unseen
yet felt upon thrumming
skin that forgets
its own name.
do you hear them too? they ask
in spiraling tones,
voices of autumn rain
pooling stories upon
the sidewalk's cracked
whispers. There’s a rhythm
that you cannot dance to
but it moves the heart into a
space uncharted,
painting dreams in
unread scripts.
laughter diamonds
hidden among
shadowed breaths
echoing in
the creak of unseen
doors, soft dawning
amidst branches that
sway to conspiracies
only they can
comprehend, understand
when to let go and let
earth consume
that which it desires.