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A Lovesong For Silence
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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.
