Beyond

Structure, Sound and Silence

              I could hear the thumping. I thought about galloping horses.
              Then strange noises came, like a wild howling in the night.
              I thought about cats or cursing squirrels. I stared at the box
              fan in the window. I could look through to the rustling leaves.
                  A fabulous steed with a shining night atop. The ancient
              shield beaten. Clashing steel and creaking joints thumping.
              The horse charging panting. Some wilderness of broken
              words spoken in a whisper. A woman gasps; then a deep
              silence. For a moment there is no thought, impenetrable
              meaning in the darkness.
                    Freely given a life is changed; A fabulous steed a
              triumphant knight. Locked in passionate sleep, they serve
              their nature well. The breeze is a blessing from long ago.
              So many will not listen. A nation lie sleeping: curled
              blindly in the darkness.




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