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Snow

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A gentle falling
Of so much down.
A sleep, a dream, a cloud.
The muffling of sound,
Winters silence.
A sleep and a dream of clouds.
But waking is no dream,
This cloud’s not what it seems.
I was asleep in this dream of clouds.

By Herself

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She is awoken by voices,
She is alone.
In a strange place
She calls home.
Echoing off the walls,
In the midst of silence found,
They who have no name,
Each of their words resound.
She hates the silence,
It’s when they are so loud.
Whatever noise she can make
To ward off absent sound.
There is a voice she fears above most,
The one who, from the silence, boasts.
She hates his persistence.
She is insistent that he leave.
She fails and fails and fails again.
Any other voice from the din!
The many shout at her,
She does not give in.
But the one quietly calls,
From behind a door that’s cracked open
When the others leave.
He calls to her, her fears.
Things forgotten from across the years,
And then she remembers why
They were pushed aside.
Then in her heart
She deeply wishes the voices to depart.
And she hears
So softly in her ear,
Him whisper:
“You will believe us absent, asleep,
You will rejoice in your soul deep.
You will forget what I tell you now
And you will remember each time we return our sound
You, in your fear, may not belong,
And we will never truly be gone.”

She closed her eyes,
And awoke alone; or so she was told.
She rose to the window,
And thought the sun too bright to be this cold.

Darkening Echos


The one who sits and dwells on echos,
The following silence, the pause in thought,
And what the void replies in bellows,
What these unanswered musings bought.
The price here to sit and think and be,
Unaffordable or in reach? We’ll see.
Echos return from the void tell me
Of what is born from pause in thought.
A dream of pain, a nightmarish draught.
A pain that wakes the soul within.
A struggle born in mind is fought.
From the darkest, deepest hole now climbs,
A beast that bears the peace we sought.
The beast, a bear, on is peace borne.
The bear an echo,
And peace a dream.
The void has swallowed them both you see,
And I am one who sits and dwells
On darkening echos,
And peace that fell.

Microphone

Golden snare of voice.
I’ll hear louder than before.
Lights out brings silence.