Suspended Dream

  1. Dj from NJ profile image60
    Dj from NJposted 8 years ago

    Bright green grass lines the path I take home...
    I travel in no hurry, no rush to be alone.
    To speak aloud is awkward, backward it seems,
    yet my thought are heard as clearing as falling leaves.
    The trees reach out and call out my name,
    but the street is so silent, the wind blew all the sound away.
    Crashing waves far away from here, a car driving close by,
    the chimes on the church ring three times, I fear my pen has run dry

    1. INDRANI profile image60
      INDRANIposted 8 years ago in reply to this

      Very nice!