Silence Beacons Silence. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the dark room
has played you with
its usual tricks

you smell perfume
you felt heaven
you even told your
mother that
you have seen the
face of God

Until you step outside
the door
which at first held
its laughter about you

the world has so much
to offer
the mountains' mouth
call you into singing
and the sea too

the birds have spoken
and the clouds by their mere
silence
even tell a lot

more truths come
marching in like soldiers
bound for the war

and it is not a
question of perfumes and
happiness anymore

issues come like rain
and thunder
silence beacons silence.