Saturday, March 4, 2017

Ambassadors of silence


I don’t find words. Words find me. And what do they say?

We come as ambassadors of silence.

And then they drift away.

Hence this white space, and this light space, today.

And the wish that you see it that way.



4 comments:

Jan said...

William, you are so clever with words~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan, although I do tend to think it is a condition brought on by a life-long addiction or affliction.

Jonathan Chant said...

Glad you're afflicted - from another addict who sees things your way. Hope all's well, Jonathan.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jonathan. All is well here, and I hope the same for you.