The Sounds Of ...
December 27, 2011
That sound of silence.
It comes. Wrapped in night and disguised with a bow.
An unwelcome gift.
Like a thousand unseen daggers hitting their mark,
it pierces the heart and soul,
victims ... of the unknown.
Streams of light, carrying the essence of life, flee,
only to be consumed by the void of darkness.
That sound of release.
Thoughts escape. Imagination and creativity are crumpled like paper,
packaged into tiny boxes.
The unicorns go unwillingly, remembering flights upon their backs.
The elephants still laugh and the ants well,
they ask for another dance.
Pieces of the soul, liquid vapor dispensed, swirling into the air,
carry my song away.
That sound of sorrow.
Nothing occurs. I've talked to the man with no shoes.
He smiled a toothless grin and told jokes.
Witnessed balloons flying in the air, a child sobbing on the ground.
I've stared into eyes of a kindred spirit and
saw their soul, lost and wandering.
I've felt diamond crystals teeter on the rim, the tears fall,
each containing an echo ... an echo of ... you.
Written: December 25, 2011
Posted: December 27, 2011
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