The Silence of a Moment’s Touch

sun kissed flecks in ochre hue

trickling trails of wistful trod

pouring out as florid scents sail

yawning canopy doused clover

flailing gales of ghostly whispers

mantle muting raveled mind

fan the flames of dwindled kindling

webs spun framing frivolities

the silence of a moment's touch

would ground torrential skies eternal

weeping brume imbruing marrow

warping whence was hale anew

hollow hands churn notions restless

spilling forth the levees breach

tormenting transposed to parchment

wrapped like sheaves round bounded roots