Sunday, September 25, 2005

washes the darkness

The random order in chaos, catastrophe, anguish—and its aftermath—sometimes shows through.

washes the darkness

dark yet
there is a peace
in the night ending
energy in the silence
between the lines of clamor
and ambient sounds collapsing
clocks talk to raindrops in the wind
three tones chiming
tin chimney
glaze pane
and deck
peck tick tock
ping ping pock
din dance rock
solid the sound this still dark world
when morning of this day
breaks out in light inside
and flooding white
the page of day
comfort in the still dark song
solace overtakes lonely in
soft light sound washes
clean the darkness
of grief
washes the darkness

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