The Tears Flow With in the sounds of silence lays the hidden sounds those seldom heard The ticking clock The throbbing pulse surging in the ear The motion of air with each breath All in rhythm to the clock All the while on the other side of the pane The dead and the living dance to a silent rhythm The gurgle of the coffee pot awakens the senses That rich warm flavor awash in your mouth Pavlovian Science at work Your eyes follow the pollen from the trees As it sails through an ocean of air gliding effortlessly A broken muffler disturbs the silence An ill world is never at ease for even the silent screams disturb the silence Unspoken words from bitten tongues and forgive me prayers The hair of the nape begins to rise Feet grow roots as daggers fly from unblinking eyes Breathing stops as silence erupts in ticking clocks and throbbing pulses with moisture laden eyes Breathing resumes as guilt reaches out and grabs the heart The clock ticks the pulse throbs the tears flow
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 14:11:13 +0000
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