A story

just listen

Forlorn dunes of sand tell a story

The story of the fable, of the glory

Of the times that were sipped 

And are now forgotten

The relic of self, the relic of faith

The relic of believe are  inhumed

With no traces I only hope

I only imagine I only fancy

Forsaken by chaos I emerge into silence

But there is no silence 

For silence is only coded

 An unheard story that sway so gracefully

And seize your presence

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

Every story comes back. We can only grab hold. Great write!

[Sheila Kline]

When one believes all hope is lost, that all is a relic of the past, belief in hope dead, it is then that one submits to defeat as the silence caves in and another is lost. Chaos in one's life changes the way we understand and interpret the past and future!

[Angel]

I love the imagery here...
I do need to ask, though...what is "inhumed"??
I don't believe I've ever heard that word used before...

[Latifa]

inhumed is buried

[Dr. Wood ?]

quite hypnotic..only surely it should be.. dunes of sand TELL a story, not tells

[Sami Khalil]

A great analogy of the self as a desert and an oasis that tells a story of sand dunes and the scorching heat of love in times past when faith was relevant and not a relic of humanity . I just listened and enjoyed the truth of your words...:)..................

[Latifa]

thank you friend as always for your generous and encouraging words

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)............................