05-05-2018, 10:30 AM
The silence
Snow had just stopped falling
one winter morning, the soundless
world around me cold and clear
like a breath stilled between exhale
and inhale.
A hiatus. A place between.
Michael Hutchence knew that place,
returned often,
then stayed.
It calls me too.
Snow had just stopped falling
one winter morning, the soundless
world around me cold and clear
like a breath stilled between exhale
and inhale.
A hiatus. A place between.
Michael Hutchence knew that place,
returned often,
then stayed.
It calls me too.