Silence
Subtle sounds are all around us
A kind of silence one can’t hear.
A child’s soap-pipe-bubbles bursting
or some lovers eyes shedding tears.
One does not hear a falling snowflake
nor nature’s music of the spheres
for so many go unnoticed
it’s as though we all lack ears.
Silence is a lone taper flame,
a dim flickering solitaire
smouldering on its waxen wick
to a slow deafened melody
extinguished before it is heard.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2014
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