a sense of silence
the rush of cars, images of mars
pale face on a subway train,
hushed in a no-smoking lane
clinging…to this mortal coil,
as fires churn the plumes of oil
rising…to the brittle sky,
a bloodshot eye,
a vision of salvation dries a melancholy tear
there”s a sense of silence here…
cancer wards,
a spinning towards,
apocalypse
a whisper on our last-word lips
the red sun cuts
the flaming sea
an acid river spits and licks
the filigree
of sprouting green
as signs of life appear
there”s a sense of silence here…
the violence of judgment
the torment of thinking
a look in the eye of a god that is blinking
the weight of the sky on a world that is sinking
down, down, down
beneath it’s own shadow
behind the mask… of every day
beneath the veil… of every night
through the shroud i hear you say
every thing”s ok
every thing”s alright
the flooded streets, salvation meets
a stranger with12 broken dreams
an open hand that gathers dust
sand, rust, lifelines
on ancient, folded metal seams
lifetimes, the space between
then screams of glee when children”s christmas dreams appear
there”s a sense of silence here…
your voice on the phone, a time alone
connecting to, affecting touch
to feel so much,
your face in sleep,
a time to keep
never, ever to repeat
the holding…of a moment
the knowing…of something sacred
naked
in the face of grace
when angels seem so near
there”s a sense of silence here…
the violence of judgment
the torment of thinking
a look in the eye of a god that is blinking
the weight of the sky on a world that is sinking
down, down, down
beneath it’s own shadow
behind the mask… of every day
beneath the veil… of every night
through the shroud i hear you say
every thing”s ok
every thing”s alright
©2010 chris spheeris
