-- My Silent World --

John Herlihy

My silent world is a quiet thing, 

The silence heard mysteries bring. 

The body like a house that speaks, 

Quiet as a mouse as the floor creaks. 

The head famous for incessant noise, 

But the heart, ah the heart, its poise. 

I feel a steady beating of my heart, 

Noise never breaks the silence apart. 

Filled to the brim with love and sorrow, 

The heart will still be there tomorrow. 

A faithful friend if there ever was one, 

There, always beating, into my life spun. 

I value the mystery the heart brings, 

Ever silent, but somehow the heart sings. 

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(c) John Herlihy 2 August 2019