Tag: Stillness

Moonchild

Silky moonlight lights my bedroom,
Bathing me in promises.
I hear stories that I’d once known
Once again—I stand still and
Let the stillness of the night in.
Quiet my heart cherishes.

Nothing moves. My fingers linger
On the cold, white windowsill,
As I look up at the night sky,
Breathing in the summer air,
Listening to the waves crashing
Against rocks. All so surreal.

In this moment, I am happy,
I can feel the Universe,
I see starlight, stardust, magic,
Falling stars and galaxies.
Time slows down. And, in the distance,
I hear whispers: “Moonchild, come…!”

– Patricia

Autumn Stillness

A heavy fog comes from the mountains,
Brought by a howling autumn wind.
It spreads through long-forgotten valleys
Where cheerful birds no longer sing.

Its veils of never-ending secrets
Cover the empty flower fields.
Strange stillness is the sleeping nature,
Covered in lifeless, rusty leaves.

Sad music rises from the stillness:
Of grieving strings—a violin.
Accompanying grey and static,
It then becomes one with the wind.

The sky, so grey, so melancholic,
Yearns for a blue, a gold of old,
As it sends tears of heavy sadness
Towards a still, unmoving world.

A heavy fog came from the mountains,
Bringing along the requiem,
The song of death, of reigning stillness,
The messenger of reigning death.

– Patricia