The Creature of Silence
I want you,
As the night covered trees
Thirst for the morning dew.
I crave your touch,
Like sun-scorched skin
Seeks cool water.
Banging my head,
Against the invisible bars
That keep me from you,
Against this shell-shocked solidarity,
A blind decree from the dumbstruck majority
I want you,
Like the gaping beak
Waiting to devour
The mother bird’s wrangling worm,
Like the green haze
That follows the storm
I want you,
Like my bones want reprieve
From their restless solitude.
For the soul is a creature of silence
And the body a creature of noise
Quaking in ecstasied-eyed violence
Trampled under venom-soaked poise
Lift my voice to lighter days
Where seashells clatter
In the rollicking waves
The abyss of Eros and the anguished joys
From the astonished faces of lovers’ decoys
Children of laughter,
Children of tears,
All of them destined
For numbers and gears.
Lift my voice to lighter days
Where the seashells clatter
In the rollicking waves
Dreams of night-stained fingernails
Clasping at the bloodred dawn
Dreams of the sunlight vagrant sails
What once was here,
now is gone.
Dreams of the sunlight vagrant sails
What once was here,
now is gone.
Lift my heart to lighter days
where the tide recedes
with the rollicking waves
where the tide recedes
with the rollicking waves
The daytime of your dreaming
is lost forever more
in the frolicking caves
For the soul is a creature of silence
And the body a creature of noise
Into his chest,
the spear was thrust
Out poured blood and water
and mortality’s dust
Oh, but that the world could contain
one act of forgiveness
Oh, but that the sea were large enough
to catch a falling tear
Midnight has come,
and the light comprehendeth not
Solitude, misery, wretchedness,
and the banalities of the human lot
For we’ve fallen down stairs,
Strung up our wrists,
Breathed in the nightmares,
While clenching our fists.
Like the contradiction
between the human heart
and the smiling face
Or the torrid friction
between the rumbling upstart
and a life of disgrace
Behold! the chasm of the human soul
that knows malice without ends,
The yawning abyss of man’s inner being
Making murderers of friends
the spear was thrust
Out poured blood and water
and mortality’s dust
Oh, but that the world could contain
one act of forgiveness
Oh, but that the sea were large enough
to catch a falling tear
Midnight has come,
and the light comprehendeth not
Solitude, misery, wretchedness,
and the banalities of the human lot
For we’ve fallen down stairs,
Strung up our wrists,
Breathed in the nightmares,
While clenching our fists.
Like the contradiction
between the human heart
and the smiling face
Or the torrid friction
between the rumbling upstart
and a life of disgrace
Behold! the chasm of the human soul
that knows malice without ends,
The yawning abyss of man’s inner being
Making murderers of friends
Oh, but that the world could contain
one act of forgiveness
Oh, but that the sea were large enough
to catch a falling tear
For I’ve only one to shed
one act of forgiveness
Oh, but that the sea were large enough
to catch a falling tear
For I’ve only one to shed
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