Words

Words that fall and stay suspended
like raindrops
on flower petals,
like rosebuds shaking under the touch of dew,
like cobwebs against the sun,
in a silence so profound
you can hear an eye blink,
you can hear a life, think.

Words that wrap your heart
delicately,
in an invisible threat,
of feelings.

Words that sit like birds after the rain,
in long slim twigs
still,
almost floating,
like young leaves shaking in the breeze.

Words like dried dandelions,
grass and feathers,
being brushed aimlessly by the wind.

Words that don't sound like words,
but like the whisper of a candle flame,
like strokes of silk,
like the fading sound and scent of jasmine.

Words so close to silence,
like music from a quiet world,
words of the sun between the trees above
and the stars fading away, in peace.

azile