While you were here and not gone away,
yours was the sound, yours the presence,
and yours alone was the silence around.
Now all the time that you are away,
I hear the sound the moon makes,
the sound of the dewdrops and the snowflakes,
the sound in which the nightflowers sing,
the sound the moonlight makes as it falls in the pond.
Every sound that I did not hear
is now furiously loud and clear.
+Souheil Ghammachi Thanks for the image and the lines of the caption. Both inspired this poem
yours was the sound, yours the presence,
and yours alone was the silence around.
Now all the time that you are away,
I hear the sound the moon makes,
the sound of the dewdrops and the snowflakes,
the sound in which the nightflowers sing,
the sound the moonlight makes as it falls in the pond.
Every sound that I did not hear
is now furiously loud and clear.
+Souheil Ghammachi Thanks for the image and the lines of the caption. Both inspired this poem
at some noise I awake....
is that the moon shining,
or has dawn come? π
my nights are like this
all the time you are away
~ Michael McClintock
is that the moon shining,
or has dawn come? π
my nights are like this
all the time you are away
~ Michael McClintock
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Now you’re hearing “The Sound of Silence”
Wonderful poem +Sushama Karnik
Thank you for your kind words too...
Have a pleasant day☀️πΌπREPLY Nov 28, 2017 - Thank you +Souheil Ghammachi I hope you got your normal eyeglasses back and you are no longer seeing the world with the sunglasses ;-)
REPLY Nov 28, 2017 REPLY Nov 28, 2017 - Jan 13, 2018
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