Saturday, October 27, 2007

Real Sounds

Listen. There's something
just at the edge of sound.
Rhythm. Or maybe it's music,
I hold my breath but it comes no closer.
The ghost of a whisper
or the whisper of a ghost
the echoes of unread poems
from a book on the shelf
or a train whistle blowing
on the tracks they tore up years ago.
Listen again
to the unborn, the unspoken
the long gone--
waves on the shore of the Martian sea
fires on the dark side of the moon
wind in the trees of Zimiamvia.
Listen, it's a sound that's as real
as the inside of your head.


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4 comments:

Maliha said...

Salamaat,
Mashaallah, beautiful. You are beautiful.

Maliha said...

Salamaat,
Mashaallah, beautiful. You are beautiful.

nomadicsoul said...

i like the uncertainty this evokes.

ozymandiaz said...

kind of like the ring at the end of an echo?