Silky Words

Soft words spoken, true and free, shall never hide beyond a mist of broken lies.
The flow of stillness shares the moment upon the utterance of simple spoken eyes.
The calming waters rush through her lips like gliding flying silk wandering wistfully to a receiving ear.
The gentle flowing silk enters as the flutter of birds start to stir, far and near.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s