-- True Silence Never Heard --

by John Herlihy

In life, true silence never heard,

Somewhere sung, tweets of a bird.

Sweet memories now in ashes lie,

The babbling child now the aging I.

Under my own roof, I quietly sit,

Behind the veil of night, a candle lit.

Passion found in the winter cold,

Phases of the moon growing old

The air still offers enlivening breath,

Never to know a moment of death.

While the light still glows within me,

The world now appears all shadowy.

Until the light grows ever more dim,

Falling far beyond the horizon’s rim.

All of life a subtle mystery did reign,

Until the final revelation made plain.

The light finally gone, in silence to lie,

And hear the truth: that I didn’t die.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Saturday 28 October 2023