Listen, listen, someone singing,
I hear the voices through the trees.
Words far beyond me, sweetly bringing
Joy to heart and heart to ease.
Listen calmly, someone's weeping,
I hear echoes of rolling tears.
Red-rimmed eyes honing the seeping,
Precious, liquid remembered years.
Listen intently, is that laughter,
Or the eldritch shriek agony esteems?
It's so hard to tell just what you're after
When emotions make it to extremes!
Listen anxiously, sirens are screaming,
Piercing the silence of midnight's sleep.
In shades of black, thoughtless dreaming,
Consciousness fades, raw emotions creep.
Listen tearfully, someone's dying.
Hear the body give way to the soul?
By the brushing wings of angels flying,
With a soft chime, distant bells toll.
Listen, wait a minute, now it's gone.
For a moment sweet music touched my ears.
A splendid, melodious liaison,
Revealing my deepest God-given fears.
Listen quietly, can you hear it?
Silence, oh, what a wonderful sound.
Serenity, why would you fear it?
Born of death, Life's spirit thrives unbound.
Listen, in peace, to the wind whispered verse.
Glide with the voices through the trees.
To a place where anger and pain disperse,
Ride away on the slow-moving breeze.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-31-2000).]