There is a silence
Unimaginable.
Wind gusts
Across endless prairie
Grasses
Howling above frothing seas
Belching volcanic gasses
Bloom into cold atmosphere
And no one hears
The distant lunarscape
Is host to cosmic
Symphonies
Acting as anvil
To the hammer
Of shattering orbs
Singing its wild opus
In eternal journey
And no one hears.
Deep in ocean trenches
Magnificent beasts
Roll and pump
Mighty muscles
In feeding frenzies
Breaching the surface
To pound explosively
Back into the sea
And no one hears.
In the early hours
As eastern skies blush
With the rose of morning
I tumble in the sheets
Displaced by pain
That holds me hostage
Choking back the howl
Bursting my lungs…
…and no one hears.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
No One Hears
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Thursday, September 02, 2010
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