Voiceless words
Lost on the zephyr,
Alone tonight,
I hear the dead clock’s whir;
A baby’s mind,
Dreaming as it sleeps.
The deceased man
As in death he weeps,
Alone forever in his grave.

A peace of mind I will derive
From a cacophony of noiselessness
The silence will arrive.
For ever such a sound as this
Could never be despised.

Hushed whispers of tranquil dark.
Dreamless sleep of night,
Embracing fingers
Of still moonlight.
Caressing the quiet,
Displaying cool conviction
Silent as serene unmoving water,
Calm as the ocean,
The flat-mirror sea.

A peace of mind I will derive
From a cacophony of noiselessness
The silence will arrive.
For ever such a sound as this
Could never be despised.

 
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