At the great wood's mouth
by the deep cave's door
I listened to something

I had heard before

The wood's mouth

in a field I am the absence
wherever I am
I am what is missing

and in silence I observe

When I walk I part the air

and always the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my bodey has been...


I close my eyelids
there was nothing more to say

I've seen it all before
but, I find comfort in silence
summer melancholia

the air shivered against my skin
dark leaned into my eyes


Those threatening clouds
the sweet music of the summer rain
the mist in early hours

the dominant winds.