Hushed

Violent art,
Within my soul,
Shall drive,
A haunting reverie.

Meandering thought,
Within my mind,
Shall blossom,
Into revelry.

Yet we shall think,
Indifferent thoughts,
In silence,
Unspeakably.

The moment now,
Shall soon be past,
Leaving but,
A memory.

But none shall seek,
And naught shall find,
True meaning in,
My poetry.