Words in silent shroud
The deep recesses of mind are afire with thoughts that are intertwined and intermingled in haphazard categories with no clarity. The thoughts fill my mind as the sky shrouds the nothingness, the dark space beyond. They too are spangled with crystal specks yet the over brimming mind is unable to make sense out of the wild disarray that it is in. The words long to pour forth yet none comes out, and the silences that surround me at this hour with the sight of swaying trees from my window, make me even more silent. There is rhythm in nature as the trees move lightly with the gentle wind and the quiet stillness outside broken by the mowing machine of the gardener. Sadly, these motions and sweet sounds are of no assistance to the process of building beautiful words. The heart goes in tizzy with emotions inexplicable. Sometimes it really has no idea what it wants as the mind is too subdued to dominate.
The music plays as if from some far off distances and the fingers dance in perfect spontaneous movements but the gray world seems too humdrum, too dreary to inspire that perfect piece of writing that lays somewhere beneath buried, and smoldering with desire to take that perfect form and shape. As I chase the mirage, I entrust the ticking time with the hope that someday the inner treasures will find an exquisite outlet, before the pallbearers arrive and take me to peak delights as I watch the resplendent dance of words in perfect harmony and synchronization.
posted by Just Another Thought @ 8:11 AM
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