It is 4:00 in the morning
and I cant hear anything,
or so I thought.I could
hear the wind in my ears
and I could hear
the stars rising.I was able
to hear every sound of the darkness.
I could hear the cat moving
slowly to catch his prey.I
was able to hear more sounds
than you could in the afternoon.
I could hear a blood-red cherry
blossoming,getting ready to fall
off it's tree.I was able
to hear the coyote howling in the west
and the cat purring in the
other room.Just then,I found out
how silent silence can be.I
found out that there was no
such thing as silence.There was always
sound even if there impossible to hear.
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I thought this was your golden line:
ReplyDeleteThere was always sound even if there
impossible to hear.
PS... I thought your poem was amazing!
-tommy