Silences
copyright ©1996 by Stephen Craig
 
Words, spoken,
fall unheard within
the silences of eternity.

Thoughts meet,
and fall alone in the night,
unknown to each other.

Songs,
carried by a mute wind,
are perceived by deaf ears,
and die in the silence of empty lives
unheard.

Lives are spent
drifting alone
in the darkened silence
of their own existence.

For blindness knows light
as but another form of darkness,
and songs drift unheard
into the depths of silence.


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