Reverence/Eloquence

Smallness begets eloquence.

Myriads of motion driven by the broken lights

Soft words seldom spoken through the blank of bleakest nights

Silent sounds of surfaced senses falling through the cold reflections

On the ponds of introspection frozen by your bad directions

Ripples radiating from the cold and out to warm

Tripping through the silence awkward shadows bring you home

City sights pinpoints of light

Set in man’s unchanging smallness but in smallness there is eloquence

Forced by introspection new directions rise unbidden

Frozen lakes are melting to a feeling that was missing

Words dance through time to meet you in the never lands

Birds fly through the mist what was quiet is your reverence