Into Silence
Voices quieten into hushed goodbyes,
our losses enlighten the darkest of skies.
Absence fills the space that is left,
memories remain; we are not bereft.
Snow falls again, it drifts beyond sight,
Wild geese on the wing take to their flight.
Though things move away, their pathways converge,
from the deepest of sorrow great joy can emerge...
David RL Moore
Tue 27th May 2025 12:06
Thanks to Graham and Uilleam for the comments and to those who sent flowers.
David RL Moore