Days in dream fabricA Poem by An owl on the moonFrom: An Owl on the Moon - August Silent circling
seabirds stroke the air. Beneath their shadows granite statues line
the shore. This
girl with her golden hair speaks with her eyes and hands but I cannot
hear. The brilliance of light engulfs us. Alabaster walls; a cardinal ceiling. Solemn statues fill the void. I turn to her eyes. Eyes of hunger, eyes of rage, a dying horror in a cage. Freedom cries without a voice; a muted scream to stain her choice. “Be
honest in your waking times or the truth will haunt your dreams.” “You
speak...I did not know you were able.” “I
have always spoken. You simply could not understand. But
I am dream fabric here. In this place, the impossible is
probable. This moment is yours.” With this she turns to
face a statue and becomes stone. “Please. Would
you speak to me again? Why do I find you here?” I
say. “Here in this wasteland I am barren and empty. Have
you no word for me?” Grey
stone becomes flesh. “A pebble thrown in a pool may ripple from end to end, but tossed into the sea, it is swallowed by enormity.” A
screaming silence surrounds us. The waves claw the shore in hushed
strokes. My words claw at my throat. “In silent words,
you speak so much.” “And
you, though you speak volumes, say precious little. Don’t you know
that words are actors set in motion, and you are the
playwright. They can create a mood of harmony or destroy peace in
violent isolation. Words are civilians or soldiers; artists or autocrats;
worshippers or pagans. They make you rich or sell you into
poverty. Master them and you rule, or be mastered by them and
serve.” © 2018 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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