Unheard, Unseen
It’s when silence stalks the
frozen wood
when the quiet repose of
spring’s fertile hush
consumed by the rhythm of
neighborhood
dreams breathing feel of
summer’s blush
it’s when the forest speaks
so loud
I can’t help but weep the
promise heard
when the wedded sense of all
endowed
silence sweeps me through its
every word
how present in absence, how
the vacuum’s abhorred
how everything remains so
fascinating
drags us away from ourselves
so bored
to steal us from earth slowly
rotating
it’s the wrong sense, lost
time quickly ticking
heard too loud till worth’s
undone
held too tightly smartly
unwitting
itself now blind to the
midnight sun
So I pray I not grow deaf and
old
That my heart will forever
long to feel
That my eyes not deceived by
some fool’s gold
That what’s invisible speaks
truly what is so real
Filled with life ever
abounding
(always reborn)
Unspoken truth
(death’s not a dream)
The heart apart remains
forlorn
When it loses hold
(of the hand of the unseen
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~ peter ~ and a thank you to all who have sent me healing wishes.