Stillness (standard:poetry, 134 words)
Author: Silly Soundless	Added: Dec 08 2000	Views/Reads: 4641/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Just something I wrote in ten minutes in a public libary whilst bored.

Stillness 

The moon was shining bright now,                                       
reflecting on the sea.                                                  
And in the caves and little coves                                       
the tide reached its height.                                            
The wind blew and ruffled grass,                                       
but nothing moved on the rocks' lee. 

And in that lee, the quiet sprang                                     
on visitors from the wind,                                             
To fill the gaps, as silence does,                                      
'til it is cracked,                                                    
as something moves, sharp and quick,                                    
like a little boy sinned. 

But movement there was none,                                           
so the silence remained intact,                                        
and nothing moved in this                                               
haven from noise,                                                     
the silence was real.                                                  
Domineering and heavy as fact. 

As the sea wept it's foamy tears                                     
and the gulls circled near,                                           
the still remained, but now long gone,                                  
to haunt a traveller passing.                                         
You can feel it swirl, not gone for good.                              
As visible as fear. 


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