Sounds
Have you ever heard the sound that silence stirs
it is a sound like no other…as if nothing could possibly ever own an echo
a pair of feet going the wrong way on life’s clearly marked paths
Have you ever heard the sound of someone trying not to breath
no air in…no air out…no air out…no air in…no risk…no gain…nothing ventured…or lost
almost as if life itself enjoys the mockery….no life in…no life out..no winner…no loser
Have you ever heard the sound of someone slipping through the cracks
for one brief second a desperate plea of some sort wrangles your audience
save me….grab me….if you save one person in your life…let it be me….let it be today
Have you ever heard the sound of a whysp wandering idly
a gentle swish surrounds a moment not quite ready to be more than a tic or a toc
more…more than what……what can a whysp possibly wish to be…
....listen closely
Irish
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