Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 12, 2015

Dead Silence~by Norman Wilson



Dead Silence

What silence pauses upon blacken pitch
Where echoes drown upon stone ground
As a stillness of voice blankets the earth
To a crowning summit from lesser down

Sorrow rests within the space of quietness
Where birds flap wings on a deaden breeze
As sounds of silence creeps to listening ears
Ornate to the trappings forevermore seized

I cannot hear the ire of the whistling winds
Or the crashing thunder of a new fallen tree
As a storm brings sounds of rustling leaves
To unheard voices of sailors drowning at sea

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