It's a summer night but still...cooler than usual. As such there is no need for the hum comin from the air conditioner. Windows open wide to hear the sparse footsteps of folk just tryin to get home and the occasional car passin by. The blinds hit the edge of the window as a short gust of wind does its best to get to me. A symphony of misplaced notes are heard if you listen and in between those tender notes...second sight takes hold to feel every thought drowned out by the noise we use to distract us from impact. Now...you feel it all. Listen deeper. As even the light of the moon creepin through the blinds makes a sound. Yes...silence is rich in wisdom, love and grace.
It's where the poet finds his greatest inspiration. Faces become clear and voices are heard subtle enough to pick up the purest intent. What did they really mean when they said "I will"? It's clear now isn't it? Yeah...memories transport you to last night's touch and last years smile. Emotional content fills in the gaps left by the beauty of silence and it is...wonderful. Even the sour finds the sweet in silence as all begins to make sense. You feel everything as though it were the day before and even sometimes...as though it were happening at the very moment of recollection. I am nowhere and I am everywhere. Some seek this out in the drug and others...in the drink. Yet all these tender notes are ready to be heard when the minutes don't matter and your intent is pure. They're waitin to be listened to. Waitin to inspire the birth of something worthy of all that's called vision and creativity. Worthy to receive a title in your lexicon of faith, hope and love...
Silence is soul music...poetry in its purest form. Electric and eclectic. That's my "tonight". I know I'll have many more because I can...I dig that...
~Moses Apollo
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