And what but life can feed my soul with light and splendid sorrows.
It is the one true bittersweet that fills endless tomorrows.
For though I know I'm living when I feel the love of light.
I truly know I'm living when I taste the bitterest spite.

Silence, a word
It is misunderstood
A lack of information, of feeling
But when I close my eyes
The silence reveals all I could not see
The truth
And untarnished beauty
Dusty moonlight
Leaves me with racing thoughts
Purple and blue
Electric
And my eyes refuse to open.