A Lovesong For Silence

Wayward Motions

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

The sound of the Clock.

The wind takes a breath

and dances in our hair-

We hear her sounds because

of the green-sleeved Ones.

They pray for the rain

that created the howling seas.

The digging of dirt-

a home for those Passed,

requires a thirst for the Sound

of the Dead.

The tears that fall from those

who mourn, creates a song that

sings to the world-

Although we all may not hear, we

know the song for silence when it

is near.

Tick-tock, Tick-tock-

The sound of the Clock.

A window is cracked open,

Light is invited, darkness locked out-

The sound of a last gasp of life,

a lovesong for Silence.

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