I love the sounds though
The soft coo of the deep night owl,
The croaking of the green frog,
The rustling of the stealthy coon,
The rest of our lips as they caress the peach,
The blowing of waves as they roll cross the beach,
The beating of our hearts as spring takes it's shape,
The squal of the whale as he delivers the play-by-play
The chance that we took through silence that night,
The bonfire crackling for the very first time,
The crunching of gravel as it rests beneath feet,
The steadiest of slumbers taken in through each breath,
The woft of the air as it reaches my breast,
Now look to the moon, settle down, my sweet,
The Lord plays mandolin to lull you to sleep,
Take a chance, now, listen very close,
Close your eyes...now...let the sounds boast.
Author notes
I think the night i wrote this was the first time i had actually heard the silence of...well..it was night, so night, but technically, the first time i hadn't had either music, a television or something that prevented me from hearing the earth playing. So..it was a wonderful sensation, and i thank Christ for it.
Love always,
Meg
Written August 6th, 2004
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i love just closing my eyes and listening to the sounds of the world. They are majestic in their own melodys. Sometimes its hard though, with the TV, music, or little siblings running around being pests. But I like this poem much lotsness. Great Write
Sarah
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