Written by: Eric Siedzikowski

There is a stillness that grips me
in this moment that allows me to see
only the wind blowing through the trees
without affording my ears of its strident sound.

And harmony of heart,tickles the bells
that are pendulous across the way
from where I sleep in the quietude of light's
refractions that coruscate along this sleeping town.

I do not feel alone in this somnolent realm
that has fallen victim to its own deafening
silence of heart,muted by the facile addings
of life that equate to vacuous longing of purity.

Such a fruition of reality causes laughter
within the power of the soul that is aware
of its purpose to gain not of recognition from
spectators,listeners,readers and dung-making wares.