Peaceful Imagination

The tortures of the soul could never be fully revealed
It is as if there were no communication
To protray the soul the unending imagination
Scream once no sound
The tree falls in the forest it does make a sound
Ghosts to each other placing pieces in wrong places
To know oneself to know another
The mystery as it was a Pangea
Towers fall one by one after the other
And never in life has there been such beauty
​​​​​​Scream twice no sound
The voice calls out and it does make a sound
Of waters trickle down the rocks
The air is pure as crisp rain drops
Skipped past each other wandering to places
Three times binds all things imagination traces
And we die and we die and we die
Not knowing what could have been
Had we listened til the trees end
Had we known where the water goes
Together now in tortures last
Scream three times no sound
Call together it does make a sound
Show to us each other that we may not part
Reveal our torture so we may hear one another
Imagine if we all loved like no other
And the screams stopped
And the trees stood
And the waters stilled
Silence peaceful silence
Peaceful silence

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