Friday, October 10, 2008

The Weight Of The Quiet

The silence is ringing
A mesmerizing melody
And with it is bringing
A thoughtful melancholy.

Time wisps by unnoticed
A fog lifting in the sun
We sit and stare, practiced
In the ways thoughts are done.

It is a crushing burden
We carry in our minds
What does it do but worsen
As each thought about us binds.

The peace of a starlit sky
Shattered by predawn soliloquy
We ask for the reasons and the why
And where’s the truth in what we see.

We feel the gamut of emotion
For a world heartless by choice
Masochistic in our devotion
To speak till devoid of voice.

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