i hear the sounds of young lovers,
moaning, groaning, and whimpering.
the rush of wind,
that startles the curtains.
the slap of wet bodies,
the sigh of the candle.
low words cooed,
without need for definition.
i feel the tears of the sinner,
hear them hit the floor.
the prayers, and confessions,
the guilt, and the need.
the heavy breathing of redemption,
and the silence that heals...
yes, even the silence
has its own sound!
i hear the bones of the nameless,
rising from their hidden graves.
to dance in the holiness,
of identity regained!
i hear the crackle of the fire,
as life becomes vapor.
i hear the stranger at the door,
and know well his voice!
i feel these sounds,
swelling up within me.
erupting from my conscience,
till song becomes song.
and i hear the heartbeats,
of newborn babies and small children.
of the old woman dying
in a forgotten room.
the heartbeats of wolves,
of birds, and silent cattle.
the heartbeats of things
lost to memory and time....
and each sound alike,
alike in their difference...
sounding like mine,
like yours...
and like god's!
Both of these poems, very unique, very good! As always, a pleasure to read.
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Occasionally our soul transcends into words we write, 'Sounds Of The Earth' into verse, vibrating forth played upon instrument of our soul, singing each harmonic chord complete; incorporated into sympathy life. The poem ‘Paradise Bars No Race Embrace Humanity’ is dedicated to 'Sounds Of The Earth' and 'Sounds Of The Earth (Part Two) ' by Eric Cockrell.