Serenity Exists in Silent Places


“Do you like the darkness?” I ask.

She takes a sip of her tea in the black. It is the only sound she makes before she whispers, “Yes.”

She says nothing for a second, then a minute, then an hour. Soon, we are engulfed in her darkness.



[Free Verse]

How does a breeze pass by?

Sometimes it whistles
Sometimes it floats

Sometimes it sings
Sometimes it grows

But this breeze does none
Other than a whoosh

Then it’s gone
A beautiful disappearance