Inaudible Expression

by hanna l.

“Nothing,” thought September 24th, worth being said aloud. Maybe like that proverb I heard about the beauty of silence not being easily matched. Maybe emptiness. Maybe the most powerful sayings are spoken best on plain, white paper. Unaligned. Untouched. The most intimate words unsaid. The softest, sweetest expressions unspoken.

A godforsaken art form of love not like Hollywood sunny flashes of put on pieces, but the stuff that burns and burns and burns down the houses into infinite embers. Bits of fire blowing sparks into tall, yellow wheat fields Burning an uncontrollable fire ablaze the world.

Jupiter kindles Saturn’s rings. Orion flickers a burning inferno. The spherical globes of flames turning the universe into blazing beings of silent love. Hung within the galaxies, burning in our souls. Ignited inside those immeasurable seconds of silence as your hand finds its resting place.