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Summer Nights

Down the path, and through the dunes of sea-grass and growth, past the foxes and crickets and gulls, down to the black beach, down to the Sea. The Moon lights the way, and ghosts are your guide On the quiet path to the Sea. Sand is cool, but the night is warm and alone you see the world in motion, Moon reflecting every motion, Every sound disappearing, caught by ghosts in the summer night, warm breeze lifts you as waves break in the summer night and the sea-grass sways with the wind beneath the stars and the salt-air Crying to the Sea in the summer night Where tears are lost, and ghosts

Are everywhere.

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What Are We?

What are we really

but bones and skin?

What are we really

but time wearing thin?

What are we really

but lights and sounds?

What are we really?

A thought that astounds

or maybe confounds.

The more you think

the less you know

but give it some time

and perhaps you’ll grow

to understand what we really are

and find your path, your Lodestar.


Sounds

How can I be loud

When I try to Shout

No sounds come out?

How can Sounds have meaning

When they are intangible

untouchable and Receding?

How symbolic are the syllables

That leave my lips

Or are the markings engraved on Ancient crypts?

How are the sounds of falling leaves

Less beutiful then

A piano’s keys?

Sounds may seem comprehensible to fools

Who aren’t frustrated with a Language’s

Elegance, intricacy, it’s rules

But the thoughts that die within my head

Might in the darkness illuminating

Light be shed

Were not for sounds to make us see the World

To which we might all be bound

Like bats which scream at the Night to see

What Are Sounds?

A mystical phenomenon of Noise to me,

But not hearing the sights in front of you

Selfdestructing, absolute choleric,

Your eyes would misconstrue

The Sound we hear

Is all around shouting howling at the

Sky smashing anger and fury are distinct,

but Listening

is Extinct


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