The Sound of Silence
I revisit the Sound of Silence
Every now and again
To recover my lost Zen
And to try and reach down deep inside
And find my quiet place within.
It is hard to shut down my mind.
When the chaos of my thoughts
Rage eternally inside
Like the powerful forces of a hurricane.
But even from within
The great storm’s eye
There can be quiet from the din
Where a certain silence doth reside.
Inside, inside, inside.
It’s the sound of silence that I crave
Like the darkness of a cave
Like the quietness of a sacred bell
Unrung above the Nave.
Waiting to be rung
It’s melody perfectly unsung,
But waiting for its much desired release.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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