Silence

Look at it Like a golden loom Weaving A cloth that floats like silk Hanging there in bloom Name it what you will Name it what you will There is a silence in this room It's making everyone uncomfortable Hatched from a fold Heavy and old Rolled in the dent amidst us all Chips like the stone off the surface Sits like a dog on a fence Eyes swept with rigor, more dissent Marvelous innocence Silence Silence The excess air is straining the walls Spread-eagle thoughts plummet from trees like carnivores Separations dome where even echoes travel alone Dreams that are feeding off night Like a flickering candlelight Here I sit and watch its slow decline Into Silence Silence Silence Silence Ooooh silence Silent words Ooooh silence Ooooh silence Silent words Oooooh Ooooh silence Silent words Ooooh silence Ooooh silence Silent words Ooooh silence