A heart grown silent
Like a looming, cloudy winter sky
Un-trespassed by curious birds, left to stand alone...
Eyes; once vibrant
Staring like a empty lake after a bird’s fly
Blue and lifeless, even on a new dawn…
A solitary bird perched high
Staring at the changing sky
Wondering if a pair of swans will cross the lake again
And if ever lone hearts heal from pain…
