All is silent save the waves,
No sparrows chirp their tune
No eagles stretch their view
Simply the lake and I
Should I make noise?
Can I be the first to speak?
Perhaps those birds will hear my speech?
Then that awful silence will break
I scream upon the tranquil space
Raw and reckless, stripped of grace
Will anyone hear–will anyone take?
There is no response from the lake
My thoughts echo in the silence
Again, I scream to no avail
Slumping down I slip in,
My body splashing with a great all hail
As I sink the show is clear
Ripples are sent far and near
No trace remains of where I fell
Gone with me, my noise.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
I guess I thought we were poetry
Beauty and Wisdom written and rhymed,
Reality bowed to our voice
Stars rose in our dark night
God was born in our light
Days fell in rows and rows
Until we saw the greater glow
That we are just words.
Words on a page
In a book among thousands.
One book, in a library of life.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC