Saturday, January 8, 2011

The Passing

I hear a sound, it beckons me
A noise across the way
It draws me close to have a look
Then silence fills the air

I slowly turn to head away
With one ear slightly cocked
Again a sound; faintly heard
Now gone into the night

With a slow drawn breath I ponder why
Do others hear it too?
I float across the empty way
In silent journey's flight
 
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