Oil on Canvas
Arles: February, 1888
Silence: A Woman Passing
silence ..
her eyes look on her now lost dreams
vapour ghosts like missing beings
once bright tokens for the future
now just lonely hollow vessels
silence ..
the heart that beats calls out to you
do you not hear that rhythm true
once quick in happy excitement
now slowly like a funeral
silence ..
the rhythm of a distant drum
sets our pace until we’re done
once the beat was in harmony
now erratic the drum beats on
silence ..
her life is over, her soul is gone
because her days had grown too long
once youth filled her, body and soul
now she’s just a hollow echo
© G.s.k. ‘16
(5) Words: | SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |
Written for:
the secret keeper