Did there once exist a moment
when I couldn't hear a sound
When all things in life were silent
and archangels flew around.
Not a whisper through the grasses
Nor a rustling in the trees
When the only thing that mattered
were the colours in the leaves.
Did there once exist a moment
When I couldn't hear the screams
Endless squealing in my ears at night
like strangulated pigs.
Not a barking in the bushes
Nor an engine roaring loud
Just the purist sound of silence
as the birds soar through the clouds.
While I'm grateful for vibrations
flooding sound into my drums
When the reaper comes-a-calling
I'll be glad when silence comes.
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Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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I loved the poem! The sound of silence is beautiful.