Silence

Last night, I sat on a bench and watched the moonlit ocean in the rain. I wasn't cold; my thoughts kept me warm. Afterwards, I saw a red bucket at my local small-chain grocery store, and among all the cleaning supplies, it helped me understand a little more.

I love fridge magnet poetry, and I'd like to share some things that have found their way together under my supervision:
- Beneath the petals lies the garden
- Borrowed moments produce lust
- I dance to a symphony of one
- Enormous philosophy in these tiny notes

But none of these quite compare to my personal favourite:
- To use a girl, whisper lies of diamonds and love

It's been a long time since I've whispered.