Silence is never truly silent
It is filled with complexities that only the dreamer can hear
The one with the story book mind
The one making murals out of the quirks in the walls-
Making observations of the tiniest of details
Observing the world,
It's inhabitants,
It's untouched laws
It fills the neurons with life
Actual life-
Pulling apart every fine line
The dreamer is not a dreamer at all
The dreamer is called just that by the outside that looks in-
Unable to breathe in the revelations of reality-
Life that the ravenous are too blurred to see
Hush, you'll hear it too
Let yourself be silent
Pay attention and you'll see
let the observations of your mind free to touch your conscious
So you can live in the unfabricated realms of which we too often deny
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Silence is never truly silent
It is filled with complexities that only the dreamer can hear
The one with the story book mind
The one making murals out of the quirks in the walls-
Making observations of the tiniest of details
Observing the world,
It's inhabitants,
It's untouched laws
It fills the neurons with life
Actual life-
Pulling apart every fine line
The dreamer is not a dreamer at all
The dreamer is called just that by the outside that looks in-
Unable to breathe in the revelations of reality-
Life that the ravenous are too blurred to see
Hush, you'll hear it too
Let yourself be silent
Pay attention and you'll see
let the observations of your mind free to touch your conscious
So you can live in the unfabricated realms of which we too often deny
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Request permission to use this poem