they say silence is golden.
but fixed on the shore
beneath a blank canvas
of soft gray skies
as the extroverted sea rages,
an endless cascade
of angry tongues crashing
against boulders
with deafening force,
it feels more like midnight
blue.
on paper, all words share
introverted space
with equal weight
despite the news conveyed.
but as i reread her note,
can picture a cascade
of tears flowing from clear
blue eyes
before holding her close
for a last kiss
goodbye.
