Listen to the silence, that grandiose pause. No bands are heard to play, no music resounds. The whispers of angel's wings and simple things.
Listen to the silence, the greeting of celestial pleasantries. Soft breezes of change, remaining still in our souls. The tumbling brown leaves of autumn, flickering down.
Listen to the silence, cool sprays of memories rushing falls. Waves of phosphorescence lapping at the feet of our dreams. The melting snows of barren times, left behind in the heat of passion.
Listen to the silence, a nursing baby suckling its mother's breast. A small child cradling a stuffed frog and swaying to a song on the radio. A warm bath undisturbed in its tranquility.
Listen to the silence, the light of a harvest moon rising slowly over a hill.
Pumpkins turning orange on a mist full night. A scarecrow resting in the garden smiling at it's fold.
Listen to the silence. Close your eyes and reflect within. Listen to the silence. See yourself and you may begin to-
Listen to the silence.
Copyright PsychopeteÓ 2003
