Meditations
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