Shhh…

Do you hear the swooshing
of the waves on the shore?
Do you hear the shush of the wind
as it sweeps low and hisses like
the slithering snake winding through
the graveyard on the hush of dark wings?
The fear that reverberates
like the rolling thunder
with each thump of one’s heart—
Do you hear its silent echoes
in the dead of night?

And this melancholy moon 
with its eerie silvery glow
spawns what a frightful folklore?
Beneath this distant firmament
with its myriad peering eyes
and in this ever engulfing darkness,
Where would one find a sliver of hope?

Only the chimes of time
heralding the dawn of tomorrow
would uplift one’s soul from this
silent sordid sinkhole….

And, when you hear the clap of thunder
in the wake of a bolt of lightning
you’ll see this soul-steering saga of
the sound of silence.