Silence

The swallowing silence

grants me a sort of serenity

and I'm suddenly aware of the hair on my head

and the toes helping me balance.

The night sky seems brighter,

each star whiter.

I feel I'm gravity;

everything's falling toward me.

The tree branches are my capillaries.

The crescent moon, one eye bag when I'm weary

The river water is the blood in my veins,

and my tears are just droplets of rain.

And when the noise is finally naked,

let each word hold a world of its own,

a single syllable a strange cradle

for a mountain range.

Let it send shivers to the bone.

Reviews

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

I like the unusual rhyme scheme that you used....

loved these lines

The swallowing silence
grants me a sort of serenity
and I'm suddenly aware of the hair on my head
and the toes helping me balance.
The night sky seems brighter,
each star whiter.

good job with this