Away
The humming wall
Is bathed in silent light,
That ebbs against the yellow and grey.
Escaping;
In search of something
other than priorities.
Letting them wait,
In this monumental space,
Where they are minute.
And in the chasm,
every second step is a squeak
That eeks in the hanging air.
For in a moment such as this,
When the mechanisms are the loudest things,
The mind is washed in solitude.
The Quiet watches the nothing space,
and all of us within, filling it with words.
If you like it, share it!
Thank you so much for reading my work. It means a huge amount to me to have even 1 minute of your time, let alone the attention needed to read and understand these words. If you like what you see tell other people about it - it is the absolute best way to support me and my work and I would appreciate it hugely.
Read more from Season 1…
This is the first season of Notes and Noises. If you liked this (or didn’t) why not take a quick look at some of the other posts in the series: