My ramblings....

Avalanche

There is an avalanche on the brink
Waiting for a whisper
To break it's hold from the top of the earth
It holds tightly, but its soul is weak

When I think of you, I will not say your name
But your face, your teeth, will play like pictures
How you walk across the room

And finally your hands in goodbye

My heart is young as your mind
We could sit and say nothing for hours
Look into mine one more time
And smile

There is a light that soon will dim
Washed out by a settling mist
It comes so quietly you are barely ever aware

posted by Unknown @ 8:28 AM