What's there that's not been said before In times of peace and times of war? Great men who did before us come, Who learnt much when the world was young, Have lead us to see things anew And contemplate this newfound view. How could my mind, so small and slight, See things that did escape their might? We'll gaze on through their piercing eyes And ride their shoulders, old and wise, To grasp the things they couldn't see And free our minds from slavery. ~ C. Spies.
The sheer spontaneity of this silence takes my breath away... With countless waves of emptiness it becomes the median for both a tortured panic and a wild delight. Am I the only one who sees the splendor encapsulated within this fragile void? It is only within the realm of silence that we can learn to truly hear our voice - uninterrupted by the constant murmur of society. Perhaps the masses drown their world with noise in fear of what their inner voice should say. ~ C. Spies
Their kindness trickles Through the cracks And disappears Into the darkness Until some volcano Decides to shower The world with its Luminous light Once more. ~ C. Spies
