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Silent speech

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posted on May, 31 2015 @ 05:57 AM
Ummm...Surely you remember your you encourage it to live inside you still...?

I've kept mine...I could not imagine having to go through my days holding fast to banality...or lost in the grip of bored nonconsideration...
That my friends would leave me unrecognizable to self and to you alike...
...heres to maintaining some level of innocent reflection...some level of the miraculous...

Silent speech

Near quiet sound of wing at night
Perhaps an owl's searching flight
That or bats whose flutters find
Rich banquet of the insect kind

Soft lights glow and downward fall
They wink angelic over all
Silent speech their program choice
Let lumination be their voice

Still that hush like sound of wing
Rapid strokes that quiet sing
Hypnotic harmonize the glows
That hover o'er this glade they chose

Another sound like running feet
Sprays of laughter non discreet
As children race into the yard
Displaying firefly's they've jarred

Thus the answer I had sought
Not just the firefly's they'd caught
But wrapped like gifts within the whole
Entirety nurtures my soul

I wrote this last it bled into morning...I was thinking of the firefly's that I sat and watched the night their luminous procreative allure...they also held a seperate allure for me...

I honor them...and honor memories of catching them in jars...and running...and laughter non discreet that fled my lips and filled the all around...

edit on 31-5-2015 by YouSir because: the preview button is broken...

posted on May, 31 2015 @ 07:32 AM
That's pretty interesting. Why don't we see the number of fire flies we used to?

I had energy to burn chasing those fire flies.

posted on May, 31 2015 @ 08:56 AM
a reply to: Voyager1

Ummm...thank you Voyager...The other night as I watched the fireflies in the field there were dozens of them...maybe they hatch in cycles like cicada's...maybe they only live one night like the mayfly...They're fairly prevalent where I live...they do seem to like that time just after dusk when the light fades and darkness holds sway...

I'm glad you could experiance that vision again...even if it were confined to well...

edit on 31-5-2015 by YouSir because: of a certain lack of space...

posted on May, 31 2015 @ 11:55 AM
You are a wonderful poet! That was just magical and...yes I too keep the child within alive.
You express so beautifully that which eludes many.

posted on Jun, 1 2015 @ 05:14 AM
a reply to: Night Star

Ummm...thank you so kindly Night Star...I am truly blessed...not by anything I have done...but by associations and connections and wistful thoughts of sprays of laughter...most importantly acquaintances made and friendships born...
I wish you well my friend...may joy be your constant companion...may wonder live in every moment...


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