who is always with me, coiled
inside my ear. Silence
presses gently on the tympanum,
stills the drum. Inside silence
I listen for a whispered secret.
Silence, my friend
who will never leave me, silence
at the bottom of every glass
where I look for stars,
silence inside the water-smoothed stone
and the felled tree--
silence, my friend
calls me by the name that no-one knows.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Silence, My Friend
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1 comment:
so beautifully written... it has a spiritual as well as reminiscence feel to it... as if you're remembering something/ someone from long ago. have a great day~
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