A Language of its Own

Sometimes sadness simply
overwhelms
But, it isn’t mine
isn’t yours

just a feeling that sweeps
with ease across
my souls earthly vibration.

Even though I fall
…I rise
Having learned another lesson
stand in awe of all the living
colours my eyes had failed
to see when open.

A backward glance once left me
breathless
in love among the stars and moon
where secrets of our hearts poured forth
without the need of omission.

Now,
inner battles raged, fought
and won

I find my serene
in quiet times
of splendid isolation where
silence speaks a language
of its own.

~*~

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