At Last
At last
The Voices died
The outer ones that intrude
With a confidence ,that being rude
Is a balm.
Like blaring horns in an endless traffic jam
And worse than that….
The Inner chat-
Omnipresent,in all states
of Waking, Sleeping and Dreaming.
From each mask, a different being
One by one……they subside
A silence.
Like never before
Bringing with it, a cure
To unbidden illnesses and deep ravages
A new presence or absence?
A sea without waves
A body in its grave
Whatever it is……
A deep perfume from within
Rises to the fore
Released from the core
And a master symphony
With notes of silence
Bubbles up.
Related
An elegant classic muse
is this poem & what it pursues
“Whatever it is……
A deep perfume from within
Rises to the fore”
Hearty commends
Firstly, welcome back to P4P after almost a year… 🙂
And congrats for this deep meaningful creation.
You are here At Last.