The silence within dares to dream. <br />My beauty is spent. <br />Nothing is me. <br />I grasp at nothing to find my hands full. <br />A bottomless moon shall no longer due. <br />I walk on clouds with linings of black. <br />I turn around, but can't go back. <br />Spirit is ether and to her I return. <br />Walking softly in the garden; I yearn. <br />Swirling colors of silver and gold, <br />Surround my essence and capture my soul.<br /><br />A.J. McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-is-me/
