The Words of Silence
I am getting drunk by the verses without end,
while silence plays with words.
I'm running into a fantasy world,
running like fast panic herds.
But silence follows me step by step
and in the moment she caught me with the voice so sweet
Oh, come poet, and be captured
as helpless prey in the spider web!
And I get caught in the tangled threads
tangled threads of broken love and pain.
I'm waiting to be found by word
so I can put them in front of eternally, vigilant eyes of the world.
That is a duty of every poet
to be and eye of the people
to see, and feel what others don't,
to put the words where they belong.
Silence made me a poet,
so I can show the world deeper meaning of the words,
she puts me on the wire, waiting to slip
into the deep and wild ocean, to get drunk by her delightful potion.
The Sound of Silence
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