Come through the archway into bloodstained halls
and follow me to the edge of the chasm
The wind speaks of silent things here
Past doorways to insanity we will go together
seeking glimpses of the way into shadow
and when the clock strikes the witching hour
far from the broken pathways we walk
morning will come as death to the night
Watch as golden veins of the sky burn with new fire
that paints our eyes with obscure visions
and leads us through solitude out of darkness
Now we wander in search of new light
speaking in voices that disappear on the wind
of all the doors we never opened
and the slow march of specters following in our wake
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I think it’s funny that, more often than not, most people seem to just be winging it.
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12 responses to “The Wind Speaks of Silent Things”
Michael your work is haunting and visual. I always feel a sense of searching and longing when I read your work. Beautiful! Love š Joni
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Thank you Joni, it means a lot to know that you connected with it (:
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I love your work and the way you use nature in your pieces especially. Love š Joni
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The imagery! You have a beautiful mind ā¤
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Thank you (:
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I really like what you did with this one. The feeling of moving from night to day… from darkness to light! Great images ā¦ the last line is wonderful!
…of all the doors we never opened
and the slow march of specters following in our wake
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Thanks so much! Iām glad you enjoyed it (:
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You are welcome!
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Oh my God.
This is wonderful
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Thank you! (:
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Beautifully expressed šæ
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Thanks so much (:
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