autumn dawn the silence shapes our steps and words
Tag: freedom
each dark wave carries an idea i’ve never had
guiding the restless and silent through the dark tiny gods of light
the autumn moss breathes in the secret origins of flesh
only those who kneel will ever know the weight of the stars
in a language older than my soul i hear the roots speak
like a lost lover silence clings to brittle bones of branches
drifting disconnected winds rush amok this morning
there is no urgency or consistency in existence but to be as if this being is formless
each note a question and a world crumbles under the weight of that question
elancharan gunasekaran 