-- What Lies Within --

­­John Herlihy

In the arcane realm of silence

Lies the echoes of what remains unsaid.

In the silence of descending snow

Lies the peace that we wish to wed.

In the silence of the budding flower

Lies the erotic perfume of its bloom.

In the grand design of a feather

Lies the exquisite beauty of the plume.

In the silence of the emerging dawn

Lies the beginning of the new day.

In the silence of the twilight

Opens the door to night’s gateway.

In the tautness of a piano wire

Likes the beauty of a single note explored.

In the sounding of multiple notes

Likes the harmony of a thunderous cord.

In the uplifted arms of trees

Lies a prayer burning as eternal flame.

In the tumultuous oceans of the world

Lies a mist that turns into clouds, then rain.

In the lightness of the ocean air

Lies the salty brush of its breeze.

In the heaviness of its tidal flood

Lies surging waves the shore to seize.

In the presence of our guardian angels

Lies the voice of conscience that speaks.

In the foulness of the devil’s deeds

Lies a sickening scent that reeks.

In the space behind the eyes

Lie feathered songbirds come to rest.

In the shadows of inquiring eyes

Likes a lightness that shines as blessed.

In the tremor of the loved one’s voice

Lies the depths of a fathomless well.

In the shifting of night and day

Lies the perennial mystery of a mystic spell.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Friday 15 October 2021