Silence Resting

Somewhere beyond this waking day

Behind the breath that lives and dies in undelayed silent witness

I wait alone in silence

And as the clock turns like a never ending wheel of death

I shiver in my cosmic abandonment

A spoke tossing and turning threw an endless dream

With no corner no shore to rest bones and blood

But always somewhere learning perhaps

From such woes that would kill you the reader

If you would but touch this strange abode 

Where dwells I

The quilty reply

Off life lost

And in this transcendent  trauma

To weep to laugh it matters neigh

For I am death the silent witness

And life is my echo

Speaking always to silence

So hear what speaks where dreams live

Always alive in I and you in dark in light

In time you knew

Things so said by weeping children

Skipping down paths to golden churches

With parents searching forever and always for missing pieces

Of Mona Lisa

So she smiled at sunrise for the birds must sing

As storms subside to other climbs

In Ireland bells ring 

A Call from highest heights

Asks you to invite all you've ever known

To ask your soul this one thing only

Are you alright

My late rested silence

For I know thee wonder

A poem by Liam Herdman