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The Sound Of Silence

Deaf

I hear nothing

Silence

She made me keep quiet

An orchestra of violins

And ultramarine hues

Asian sun

Humid air over my two moons rising

The ocean steps foward on white sands

Three times I called out

No return, no echo

Shaved myself clean today

No stubble on my jaw

No under arm hair or eyebrow hair

Just an empty road taken alone

Curving and bending

Oncoming cars and hotel tips

My army shirt

Afternoon tea and biscuits

She made me deaf

I drown in the pools of my tears

They swallow my body and shadow

And I sink to the bottom of the dark blue

In the coldness of silence

As Iπm kneeling down infront

I hear an angels voice calling my name

Breathing in the ebony air

Wrap my arms around empty self

My tears of salt and past drop to the floor

The aged wooden floor absorbs my history

And the dreams of fallen teeth

Fly up to the windows from beneath my stained self

I hear nothing

The thoughts in my head

Yells from my father and mother

Wind birds on my shoulder

The silence now buried

And you can kiss the air and taste the scent

Chisel my name into your stone heart and memory

Always remember that I cared you

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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