True Colours Silent Voices
True Colours !!!
Time being the greatest artist of all, – in its passing –
sketching and painting ones essence, upon a canvas,
the canvas of life, with the truest, purest of colours,
colours that come through, colours that enlighten,
colours that open one’s eye to the subconscious,
- that all knowing third eye that the conscious mind
is blinded to, - the eye that saw, - a long time ago –
from the beginning, a way to move with insight.
Some hang on, willing to stay, – with hope – partake of the fight.
Unfortunately - in the end – both will climb aboard, take flight,
searching the nooks and crannies, dreaming, hoping to see the light .
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Silent Voices
My voice remains silent, within life’s harmony,
for a tune, it cannot carry, even with the cords
that vibrate, that grate, that irritate, out of sync.
For they – as I – are tone deaf, sing out of tune.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 6th 2004
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014
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