It's Still Life

A Witness

Oh, if only it existed
in the silence of traveled clouds,
the language of peace from afar,
oh, if only it existed.
A soul’s asylum bound by stars –
a witness to silent words,
oh, if only it existed
in the silence of traveled clouds.

Written for NaPoWriMo Day 4: Form poem, a triolet; constraints of ABaAabAB; in iambic tetramenter AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @napowrimo2023