Who Is Listening
The owl's haunting hoot hung in the still night air
I pause, look up, feeling the ephemerality of my being
Wishing I could see beyond the stars
Where eternities are scattered like petals
And infinity beckons from afar
My spirit trapped in this heavy mortal form
Longs for the freedom and peace of eternity
Who is listening, my heart murmurs to the owl
Who hears me, my choking throat wants to scream
But there is only silence
In vain I search the branches for this elusive creature
Who rebukes from above by his absence
But in the silence of this ethereal moment
I feel a peace stealthily settle around me
And I breathe in this enchanted moment
Of silence
Knowing I have been answered....
Copyright © Sheila Sacks | Year Posted 2019
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