Fifty-four sings
softly to herself
In harmony with what she cannot hear,
Filling an unfathomable gulf
That those who turn from silence wrongly fear.
Years pass like songs too beautiful to
bear.
Fortunate are those who find
life fair,
Open to the winds that stir that sea!
Underneath each word precise and clear,
Reason reaches out to mystery.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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