Silence
A tapestry
of sights unseen
wrapped in a golden haze
a shade of light
a veil of a dream
to look
and speak
resounds around
the world unfurled
But smite
the death of meaning
the life of seeming
the wrath of nothing
so speak
a day
or a fortnight
of better days
and better ways
for when the end comes
none shall cherish what will be
nor remember what’s not