Silence
Silence
A fresh snow
Hanging on bare trees
On a crisp clear morning
A smooth sea
As slick as glass
On as windless evening.
A long slow breath
Heart beating faintly
As you empty your mind
A Gothic Church
Late at night
Dominating figures looking down at you
As you say a prayer
The waiting room
At a doctors office
While you Wait for news
Mark McGuire at bat
Two Strikes, and Three balls
Three runners on, two out, bottom of the ninth
Laying next to my Love
Late at night
Only her breath taunts my ears.
LarryB
7.1.00
