How Still The Waters Rage

How still the waters rage In stillnesses of day Moving tranquil on their way Across the placid page, While simmering beneath In silent, stormy stare The torrent underneath In boiling cauldron glares – Between the lines the blanks Bespeak in volumes swept Words unheard in all their strength Speak, where they are kept Beneath the calmness of the page – How still the waters rage –