Poetry: Inarticulation

How eloquently this peace
This silent moment of reflect, reverberates
Within its own music of understanding
Books words and letters lie along the trail
The story book of my life
Each a stone upon which I once stood
Whilst on my journey home
Heart in hand
Eyes fixed to the horizon of the universe
The race tracked in minutes over years has ever been slowing
Whilst the expanse has enveloped
Me
Inarticulation
Eloquently holds sway
An ocean
A drop
A spark
The flame
In this space it’s
Now
It’s all the same.