The Face of Silence

 

 

Asmin Khosrobeygi

I am the face of silence riding a dark cloud

Leaving my ghost to lurk at your bedside.

Free no more to wander the silent paths of green

Snow blanketing the hilltops too far away

To hear the footsteps of explorers

Looking for the salve to save the earth from you,

For me.

 

My shadow hides in the silence of light travelling 

To the pole star - a lonely place to find myself

Running round and round in circles, endlessly, in chains

Of purple plasmid, quietly seeking a warm place to settle,

A place to hide away from the scalpel and the iron lung

 

Where the stealthy sound of time rests between beats:

Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, not.

Come softly, touch the quiet of silver skies,

Hear the sound of silence against your wings

Turn your worn face towards the warming

Landscape of the sun and greet the emptiness of

Forever, the endless journey of flight.

 

Jean Rees-Lyons