A Stone

Quiet

In this room I can hear the sound that nothing makes

I can hear my thoughts, my fears, my dreams, my years

Nothing… is beautiful

Quiet is strong, quiet is wise, quiet is powerful

I can hear the power of silence in this room

In my head, in the world

The silence is breath

That frozen moment in between time

For silence, it’s so quiet

Everything sleeps, everything

I had forgotten your voice

Shut out your whisper

Feared your presence

I did not know what thoughts, fears, dreams, years

You might bring forth from me

I used distractions and vain actions

To keep you from my ears

Even though you are my friend

I betrayed you as I believed my friend death betrayed me

Between smoke and mirrors, clouds and flames
The sky melted in the distance
And nothing was the same
It shone like the fire of war
Clouds merging the skies and shore
Years ago this downward spiral began
Here into a depression she couldn’t understand
I was almost brave and almost breaking down
Somewhere in between

But not yet quite beyond

In losing a battle I couldn’t see
Sensing only the loss and lack of hope
Nothing nowhere throwing me a rope
Safer probably, I’d say I’d be
Than were they to leave that alone with me…
Yes, my excuses are my own

And my eyes became stone

They say you can’t get blood from a stone
But I say leave ‘can’t’ well alone
Because again this is a lie

Today I’ve shown

ⓒ 2003 Shawn Michael Quinn