| Parchment Shadows fall in subtle shades Across the parapets and eves Subdued spirits cast their doubts As in a shallow dream. Silence reigns short of the fear Still yearning to be heard; That only leaves the fallacy That's in the written word Who would give a credence to What's in this odd refrain? Who would think a heart Could feel allusion of a name? Yet watch the edges curl upon The letters as they burn, It makes the blood run cold to think They're only written words. And in that hour before the dawn Awakens what's at slumber And on the green the dew stands fast In pastels golden umber. A vision of the morrow' And the trials from which are learned, And still remain...the price that's paid To read the written word. Silent Thunder:An Anthology of the Mysteries of the Soul Copyright:James Gunn 2000 all rights reserved |