THE SILENCE AT THE CENTER

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

And

the mockingbird sings

in the night

for no one

but me

because

I AM LISTENING…

 

streetlamps

veiled

in mist

like

glowing sentinels

in the night

 

jewel moon

wrap me

in your cool embrace

velvet sky

stars

sprinkled like

silver pepper

Footsteps

on dirty sidewalks

steadily

going nowhere

in particular-

just going…

stay the course…

Shadows

a door opens and closes

One man

lies down on his bed

and listens to the

SILENCE AT THE CENTER

He has music in his head

and words in his soul

He tries to sleep

he lives in dreams

He wonders if there is more

He closes his eyes

he opens them again

and watches

the shadows of passing cars

through the venetian blinds

reflect on his ceiling

He closes his eyes again

and pretends

the sounds of traffic

outside

are rolling waves

from the indifferent sea

crashing on the dark beach

of his soul…

 

THB3

 

 

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