Waves crash loudly onto golden sand.
Alone she dances silently in moonlight.
Clear waters reflects the stillness of a painting of her lonely steps.
Far away a broken tower
Leans towards a lonely hand held out for forgiveness.
The heart line shows a prediction of regret.
At night the empty roads shine with rain.
The sounds of trees flutter and touch the ears of an eternal age,
The echo’s of forgotten screams return to haunt the lonely .
The space between a pen and paper is now smeared with blood.
Words paint a future of
The movement of silence .