Silent Breeze
She thought about him every day
In every way
She could not forget
She looked for him high and low
Where they used to go
But he wasn’t there
She looked for him in the empty spaces
Between the places
They used to go
She thought about him every day
In every way
She could not forget
And then one day
She heard him say
You’ll hear me on the silent breeze
Blowing through the trees
On the avenue
You’ll see me in the turning pages
Of the golden ages
In our history book
You’ll find me in the hidden faces
Of the many phases
Of the silver moon
You’ll feel me in the empty spaces
Between the places
That we used to go
But she couldn’t hear anything
In the empty lots
On the avenue
And she couldn’t find anything
In the crumbling pages
Of their history book
But she couldn’t see anyone
In the many faces
Of the bitter moon
And she couldn’t feel anything
In between the places
That they used to go
Mmmm mmmm mmmmmm…..
Mmmm mmmm mmmmmm….
Mmmm…
Then she heard him on the silent breeze
Blowing through the trees
On the avenue
She saw him in the turning page
Of a golden age
In their history book
She found him in the hidden faces
Of the many phases
Of the silver moon
She felt him in the empty spaces
In between the places
That they used to go
– 10 Nov 2016