The wind lies upon the meadow
As time plays in the shadows –
The mind is quiet, but it knows
Listen; hear the sounds of quietness –
Whispers that fade with each thought
As one’s mind tries to remember . . .
Why am I here – what is my purpose?
The years have faded with time –
And think of all that I have forgotten,
Yet through my eyes I cannot see
All that lies before me . . .
The wind lies upon the meadow
As time plays a sound that’s so loud,
“The whispers of silence!”
Epaphroditus© March 22, 2024
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