The Still and Silent Giants.

The still and silent giants

offer their looming goodbyes

under the cloak of a falling storm.

I am aware that neither words,

nor any work of the hand,

is capable

of expressing

that which our eyes and heart

should choose to behold.

So perhaps,

we create in vain.

Perhaps,

we are ever grasping

at that which

captivates,

yet,

illudes us.

But what can one do

but overflow?

When stilled by that

which is indescribable,

I presume

one finds they cannot

withhold

that which has been

poured into them,

and then,

spills out.