The August wind blows in my ears, it's 1 am the window swung right open and the midnight meadows songs hummed through the air, it was the quiet insomniac feeling that it conveys, the feeling to stand right up and just stare at the silhouette of trees and shrubs enchanting the wide green lushness, summer nights are always a marvel to look at but this time it's not about the moon and the stars, something about the night was daunting my eyes away so eerily, until I shut them and enchanted myself in the night itself, the night is dark as it doesn't want to be seen, but the night is loud not with the commotion of predator and prey but with the commotions of peace and freedom. With the commotion of inspiration and creation, the commotion of thought.
The home of the symphony of silence and sonatas of stillness, the earth's greatest accord of satisfaction sits unused unless for grieving, sulking and loving. A true emissary of emotions and feelings, a refuge to our most true being, a wide affinity of the realest people.
The silence blams us with the very feelings of inadequacy as it does of us the feelings of adequacy, we are full and yet to be filled, and we feel complete of it, to know that we are ourselves and we are flawed, the silence reveals this shade of our darkness, maybe the moon is flaunting it's darkisde but to humans it's usually their honest ember the gleams through the blackness.
Our souls are just calm, colossal entities waiting to be heard and murmured to, but the world is an archaic battlefield, with no break till the sunsets and the stars come out and the echoes of humanity stops, that's when the sound of the, your soul is heard like a scream, ringing through your ears, the stillness of spaces let's your souls whispers of hope be heard, the darker the night gets the louder the cries: sometimes for help, sometimes in suffering and sometimes with love. Only the night will tell, only the night can tell, the quiet breeze and the notes of the meadows reveal the band that plays the tune, the tune that reveals your one true being. Or as I like to call it,
Chimes of your soul.
