Still (another one)

Send us Fan MailStill (another one)Suddenly it became more than me. The silence. As if pressing against this time from all sides with waves of when. Not a whisper of a breeze, not a sound but that of the flight of a last bird, swooping, diving, skimming the last of daylight with her wings from a slumbering earth. And so I looked up, saw the orange afterglow, the last of high summer skies. I watched and waited, breathed the last hush and perfumes of a hot summers day, saw the stillness, the proud, taut, anchored height of evening’s trees, blessed in shadows and hints of starlight, and then with a clap, a shuttered window, a reflection of sunlight, a flickering motion to the first drops of a falling night, the dusk swept my thoughts away from me and I left my life to there from here and welcomed the embrace of the river that flooded the caves, caverns and soundless echoes of my soul.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]