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