Silver Sound


A silver sound encroaches near,

Bereft of gall and fate and fear,



Can you hear it?

A barrier broken like a latch on a cellar door,

One with the stars,

One with the earth,

Flooding thoughts that bite and gnaw,

Future memories of things you saw,

One with the dirt,

One with the trees,

Spirit soaring above the mind,

A new perspective makes us blind,


A silver sound encroaches near,

And in it's wake all is made clear



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