The sound of wings--out of nowhere they appear

And into infinity they fly.

I wonder if those who are sleeping in the ground

Are disturbed by the throbbing sound

Of  a one-way path to eternity.

Enclosed in my room

I speak to the quietness

Breaking the silence.

Enclosed in my room,

I speak to the quietness

But no one replies.

Eternal darkness--no light to see the unknown.

I can only sleep.

A single tear falls--a sad remembrance of the night

When she was told.

Voices of the night echoed by the winds of time.

Can you not hear them?

                                   © 1969 Lorin Grean


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