Still Mind - a collection of poems

of love

Cavernous is the desolate heart

It arches high above 

echoes, of 

whispers, of

promises, of

love.

All abandoned but unforgotten.

And in the ridges of the high places

hidden away 

are memories .

Not those that are seen

illustrated through a vastness 

in vivid flashes

though coveted all the same.

These memories are felt

as echoes, of

dreams, of 

promises, of

whispered

love. 

In the deepest dark,

is gentle silence

Free of the echo.

Small in feel,

but large in feelings.

In this midnight is 

a calm,

closer than the bleak sadness of 

the heart,

Warmer than the chill of resolve.

it is where we reside.

Between a memory and the fogotten.

Between the end and the beginnings

of a new echo, of

a whisper, of

a promise, of

love.