The wind was gone and left behind, was the quiet

Inspired by Chuck Nolan, and his treacherous journey...

The wind was gone and left behind, was the quiet

As the silence filled my ears, a discontent began to resound

While I had hoped for relief from the stillness with naive brashness

 

It'd been simpler to move mountains than to wake the sky

I knew it was silly to want to start it from its slumber

That, however, didn't change my need for its animation

 

That huge empty sky swallowed my ire and laughed back

No matter where I looked, all was a reflection away from me

Though I never felt alone, the quiet was with still me

 

It mock my desire to be somewhere else, for it was everywhere

A viscous mirror was always available for my edification

So I would be reminded of the folly I provided the sky

 

So I would have a reason not to forget what was ahead of me

Only to my wonder, the discontent chose to befriend my sanity

Without the whispered resolve to fool my senses, I was lost

 

And it all was and is so wide and quiet and deep and alone

So alone that I could feel it yearning for me to stay

Hoping that I might want to become part of it all

 

No matter how small and obviously out of place I may have been

It'd rather have had something to add to the rest of the nothing

Later the mirror began to move and so did I, as did the wind

Reviews

[Goodbye]

What a great reflection, on self, and I venture, on relationships Very personal and engaging read write.