Hear With Heart
In isolation
I hear a lonely cricket
Singing in my mind
An empty silence
Overflows from the abyss
An undeserved bliss
What is not, yet is
To hear nothing is a gift
A most unusual grace
As I softly lose
My faltering sense of sound
I pretend to hear
Or else I ignore
Having convenient excuse
Not to understand
I would rather fear
Of losing the sound of sense
At such great expense
These my only friends
The cicadas lively song
Which is horribly long
Please don't say I'm wrong
Or suffer unfair dispute
To argue with a mute
Hear the only truth
Which I desire to part:
Listen with your heart
Those that hear have faith
Yet trust comes to those sans ears
Sown with seeds of tears
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