Silver-tailed words

You emerge out of the shadows

I reach out to touch you

The trees drifted apart,

You become more opaque yet beautiful

The ghostly halo never leaving you

Your rays slanting down to touch the tip of the leaves

My hands taking in your colour

The beautiful silveriness spreads around

Then the voices of the dusking bugs

Welcoming you with a strange disjointed melody

Yet the stillness creeps around

(inside me)

The lake looks on.. murmuring

Frowning and forbidding

Brooding at you for taking its beauty and covering her with your silvery mist.

I sat beside it taking in the sounds in the silence.

The silence!! (the inner silence!)

Ever prevailing ever unfriendly

So where did the sounds go?

Lost in the transition of chaos of discontentment?

The breeze answers softly whispering…. silently.

I sat there

And there and now

Taking in the unnerving hushed beauty.

So hushed drowning in your own voice.

I search for my words

The darkness mocks at my faltering sounds.

Words slipping out.. falling.

A period of Mind-ly disarray

Wits, mind and hearts colliding

Turmoil of words, conflicting each other.

Leaving me with an empty yet occupied mind,

Lost…. And searching….

Then …you beamed at me

Silver-tongued with those radiant hues

Softly caressing my nervousness.

Dousing me with illumination.

  

What do we have?

 A time, an age where

The insight, the knowledge pertaining as it is

The expectation, the hopes as they are

Unseen and aloof staring at us

Intact and untouched.

Silent yet promising…