christine remy

There is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter of a
butterfly's wing feels like a hurricane.

The moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful,
lost to the serenity of salty dreams.

When tall trees stand to attention and every leaf pauses,
takes a deep breath and holds it.

It is here, beneath the maddening silence, I here your name.

An echo of you.

Michael Faudet