Silence beckons

as

Both ends have empty reflections.

Blank stares and closed lips.

Its a wonder how one can love like this.

Little movement, barely seen.

Thoughts wonder, but never gleam.

Dreams conjured with a thread and pin; though, its a sin when dreams are held within.

Thoughts wonder, but never gleam.

Little movement, barely seen

Its a wonder how one can love like this

Blank stares and closed lips

Both ends have empty reflections

as

Silence beckons.