The ancient dance of fires ablaze
laughter captured in sunshine days
lightening across our moody skies
muteness found in all goodbyes
crashing teardrops that explode
guns of war we just reload
erupting mirrors reflecting shards
fragmented aces on severed cards
grievous wounds we all embrace
squalid truths left in their place
Thundering noise I feel within
washes over me
refines the sin
breakes the fury
marks relience
in all the noise.....
what silence