Day 695, Echo of the moon. This house where I sit is silent and only the moon echo’s the light. Grey are the shadows inside, slowly finding their way, moving away. I stair and see the dust caught by the moons darkened reflection. The particles move without purpose they only know to go down. Forced by the pull of the mass is what they obey, it’s the calm they prey. They stay there till one day I may leave my print or brush them away. Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.