Deafening Sound Called Silence
In the darkness, I can see
Aurora Borealis, dancing free
Ghosty lights of winter's boon
Making love to acient moon
Upon a hill, across the way
Toppling trees hardly sway
Under firmament of starry night
Snow-capped branches glisten white
Gentle winds like frosty breath
My lips turn blue, feigning death
Numb nose and tingling ears
Rosy cheeks belie my years
Faraway, on distant rise
A lone drifter deftly cries
Lupine sorrow, a tender shrill
Evading spirit, standing still
In its moment, time and place
I hear the howl on mountain base
Few if any, souls should hear
A haunting melody, do I fear
A constant cue on Murphy Dome
This isolation, which I call home
Subsistence living upon the land
All alone, not a helping hand
Frost on breath at forty-below
Knee deep in drifting snow
Trapped am I, in subsidence
This deafening sound called silence
Map of the Interior
I once lived in a cabin during the dead of winter, in the lonely wilds of Murphy Dome, an isolated location miles outside of Fairbanks, Alaska.
The extraordinary conditions of living all alone, save for my nearest neighbor, an Iditarod Musher who lived in a glowing tent, a half-mile down the hill alongside his team of dogs was an experience I shall never forget. Sometimes the Aurora Borealis or as some would say, the Northern Lights came so close that you might reach out and touch its shimmering glow.
If you're lucky enough to have really lived, then you will know that which I speak ...
a deafening sound called silence.
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