Silent Click

Mist drying in the arid sheen

Collecting hopes swells salted beads

Life is slowly drying soul’s windows

Closing doors of hope

Darkened thoughts

Pieces of yesterday

Drought filled mind

Empty inside skies

Suited hollow shell

Cut out dehydrated

Lost in dry sands

Lost with hands

Breath escapes

Shot into the airy mist

Heavenly exit

Motionless click

Thank rock exists

Mockery men cry meaningless

Found by hollow hands

Mist arrives

Tasting seas

Cloud filled skies

Full men cry light

Peace endeavors within

No noisemaker end