Adrift
by Angela Braru, Regular Contributor
Slowly slowly slowly
Retreating in a shell
Where all is black, all is white
All is colourless.
Want no touch to be felt
Anymore; want no sound to be heard.
Want no words to float in air
And so the solitude shall prevail.
The sky is numb today
And the wind is not in her mood;
Well, should I keep away
From a society so crude?
Silence is the song we sing
And it sounds heavenly
To you, to me, to every soul
That wants to fly with wings.
So before you go,
Make peace with life and never let
The sailing boat adrift.
