Soft silence overwhelms the light,
As desolated grey slips smothering to rest,
To rise and fall amongst the shrouded stars,
To rise and fall amongst its emptiness.
Light leaches slow as dying blood,
And flows remorseless to the ebb.
All words are swept aside like weed,
Lost within the sea’s caress.
Swallowed by a boundless sky,
Struggling from the grip of mist,
Here where nature’s borders fail;
Horizons all are meaningless.
© Ben P.C. Kaye 2004
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