SILENCE
WE are still;There are no words.Across the skyA wedge of birdsFlies northward. Brown and thinned,A brittle leaf rasps in the wind.The sun creeps on from tree to tree.We are still.Were a word spoken,Like a troubled poolIs silence broken.Better far be dumb.There are depths no stone could plumb;Circles widen endlessly.
WE are still;There are no words.Across the skyA wedge of birdsFlies northward. Brown and thinned,A brittle leaf rasps in the wind.The sun creeps on from tree to tree.We are still.Were a word spoken,Like a troubled poolIs silence broken.Better far be dumb.There are depths no stone could plumb;Circles widen endlessly.
WE are still;There are no words.Across the skyA wedge of birdsFlies northward. Brown and thinned,A brittle leaf rasps in the wind.The sun creeps on from tree to tree.
We are still.Were a word spoken,Like a troubled poolIs silence broken.Better far be dumb.There are depths no stone could plumb;Circles widen endlessly.