Silence the Storm

by Michaelw1two Inspired by the word works of Lacie Dunbar silence, it will be fleeting, your time or what is left; memory of your will, will slowly fade; as for bleeding, well that is just for effect; some look black, some red, yellow or white; in the end they all frolic, in the midst of the dead; the darkness there, well that is gone forever; your echo, is only, the scream of humanity's voice; in the mind, within its chambers, is trapped enlightenment; some light will always come, my light will last forever; but I say, in the end, all are locked together in time; clouds row overhead, thunder and lightning clash; leaving my bed, in mother's garden, laughing in the wet; the silence is, golden, your goodbyes, are said and done; the storm, it will blow over, when we will find where it plays. Michael Darrell Walker