Golden Sound Of Silence Poem by Joseph Ikhenoba

The golden sound of silence
Hello,
Raven
My old friend
I am here
For you again.
On this empty streets
To whisper softly
Melodious hymns
Of that dream,
Where Dumpty lamps
And neon dusts
Crosses in golden sound of silence.
In vision of my endless dreams,
I saw us picking flowers,
On cobblestones
Split by golden curtains
Of a thousand rays.
Butterflies wobbling among grasses
But their voices never heard
In the echoes of silence.
And the howling wind
Howled with cryptic,
On the parchment of subways
Wires unknotted
Feign raindrops in wells
And hallways of silence.