silent whispers of solitude.

When the sea in my eyes drowns the dreams;

interring happiness in the realms of ice that freezes,

I look up to the sky, sinking,

I look up to God-

He speaks-

Within me , His conviction surges,

I ink the tears.

And to the rhythmic beat of the whirl winds;

and to the silent whispers of solitude,

I've mastered to dance

embers of the morning sun under my skin without. 

I know the sweet chilling sensation,

resident in basking under the mild glow of a fecund moon,

hopeful to dry my cheeks from my eyes' flow.

©Bunguswa Brian.