the noise has died down
quiet all around
not a sound
as I lay here
i cannot see stars
feel no sun
i’m undone
in this darkness
all that time
seemed so real
the touch, the feel
with each passing day
the memories fade
the shapes slip away
i’m losing myself
bit by bit
in this grave
night without end
i hear your voice whisper
“I am the way, the truth, the life”
your arms surround me
you lift me up and take me home
Matt Seilback considers himself a “husband, a father and a filmmaker. He’s also a fine writer. Check Matt out at seilback.weebly.com
Here’s a short piece that deserves to have some music put to it…
when i get home, i’ll write you a sonnet
but i haven’t left yet
when i get home, i’ll sing you a song
and wrap it around your finger
you’ll hear the mountain lion’s roar
as it echoes in the valley
you’ll see the fleeing eagle
as she brings food to her young
you’ll see the sky split and thunder
when i come home
when i get home, i’ll write you a sonnet
but i haven’t left yet…
