The Sound of Solitude

it came on
breaking the sultry skies
clouds faltered and fell
from the frozen screen
the earth caught its breath
was holding it……
wind evaporated
dew drops in the burning noon.
flaps of birds wings
were my heart beat
each movement
a slow dance in a white mist.
trees were dark saints
with closed eyes and their roots
in a posture so still
yet, i could hear the vibration
of the leaves…. threading the silence
beads along a long necklace.

the sound of lucid pearls
against each other
expanded its arms wide across
over and on
and trembled
in my ear.

© Malintha Perera 2014


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