Pool Of Speech Poem by James McLain

Silenced are we too have come to be
and many afterwards
before us that kind of solitary loneliness.
white flags turn yellow with tears,
flags which left to be soft with respect to the wind
unheard and silence form of the sea of silence
and the sky which hold up the clouds with quiet dignity
upon the ocean desert which I afloat the black swan,
the dawn is wide in the pure deep silence the depths
speak of a profoundness each word a pool of speech or sound
and spreads across, the forest of faery which sleeps;
Our minds are the loneliness of the waining ebb
and flow of which is left this way for all to find, just one of Us.
Put in place the art of woman of heart made even a den
of simple winding roads back again unto the depths which foretells my fatigue, and the crown of silence of your art,
Depth inside your center moves us most asking of each
inquiring from you and us who sends it
unexpectedly about the guf of infinity and instantly those that come from and back into a formed made perfect void consigned
wherein by which is perfect tuned the sound of silence
which is made free the empty are high
and earth and mountains rising earth' I am on;
The presence of,
and the mystery is unlimited heard only in the silent song of music?