The Silence
The Silence

THERE COMES A TIME
WHEN A QUIET RIOT
HAS GONE BY
AND THE SILENCE
DEFENDS ITSELF,
DOWN FROM A SHELF
OF THE PAST
WE REIGNITE
THE PRESENT
AT LAST…
AFTER DAYS
OF GRINDING
ROARS
OF THE BIG
MACHINE
BEHIND THE DOORS,
THE LIGHTS RETURN,
THE CLOCKS IN TURN
TELL THE RIGHT TIME
MOVING FORWARD
IN FULL RHYME,
AND LIFE COMES
BACK
LIKE IT ALWAYS WAS
NEVER GONE
JUST HIDING,
PROVIDING A SENCE
OF GOODNESS,
WILL ANYTHING
BE THE SAME,
DO I HAVE
THE SAME NAME…
AND OUTSIDE
WITH A QUIET RIDE,
THERE ARE THE CARS
AWAITING THE STARS
THAT WILL COME
TONITE,
DESPITE THE FRIGHT
THAT LINGERS,
BETWEEN MY FINGERS
IS A SMILE,
A PLACE TO EMBRACE
THE BEAUTY OF NOW,
WHEN THE JUICE IS ON
IT’S A SWEET GOOD SONG
SOMETHING ALWAYS
TAKEN FOR GRANTED,
AND NOW REPLANTED
BY A GROUP OF TRUCKS
MANY MEN
SO ENCHANTED
FIXING THE POLES
WE TOOK FOR SLANTED,
THERE IS A SILENT
SIGH OF RELIEF
AND A LOVING FACE
OF GRATITUDE,
I WONDER HOW
I MISSED IT,
STEPPING OUTSIDE
TO THE GARDEN
FINDING IT QUIET
NO SIGNS OF THE RIOT,
WE ARE BACK
INTO SPRING,
A MOST
FABULOUS
THING!
JW WINSLOW 3/18/23