Riding On The Thin Thread Of Silence

you are a blithe spirit
a very light bird with a bleeding heart
to save yourself from lack of sleep
you begin to ride on that thin thread of silence
there is this fragility that keeps itself whole
like an eggshell
keeping a substance that waits for the right season to grow
i keep you on the comfort of my palms
and watch you closely
like a sprouting seed on the soft decay of leaves
you are asleep now
you heart stops to bleed
and then i begin to dream about us tomorrow

i stretch the thread of silence trying to fathom
how long
how strong.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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