Silence
How strange that when you turn off the world
That you can hear things that you could not before
Some that you wish you didn’t
How romantic and often tragic discovery can become
To come of age and gird the weight of knowing
But have no touchable proof to offer
To swallow silence and bite down on forgiveness
How haunting becomes the sage and sword
That cut and offer healing
Where spirit and altered universe collide
That is where I wake and weave my art
That you can hear things that you could not before
Some that you wish you didn’t
How romantic and often tragic discovery can become
To come of age and gird the weight of knowing
But have no touchable proof to offer
To swallow silence and bite down on forgiveness
How haunting becomes the sage and sword
That cut and offer healing
Where spirit and altered universe collide
That is where I wake and weave my art