what does one hope to find in silence:
a revelation floating on air;
some sound that's beyond revelation;
an emotionless guilt emitted by a crowd?

oh,the quiet of our discoveries!
the hidden movement of failing arms:
how these sensate trappings flail us
causing us to hide from their useful thrusts

i shed tears at the release of some longing,
of a girl who's well less my age
whose black face and hair and grace
touches the secret longings of the race

and though her voice stretches to the ceiling
where the ears within the hallowed church
hear the sweet reminisces of our swallowed his'try
shout hallelujahs, laughs while trickling tears

silence sits within these joyful hearts
rumbling for the release of childhoods' ghosts
which is each and ev'ry colored pris'ner
staring through her verbal prison

in the woods that we walked
to this moment of celebration
in the silence of our hearts
with the scars from our hearth



*Is it so terrible to enter eternity while still alive?
-Jean Sulivan


*Hardly anyone wants "truths made for the feet, truths that can dance".
-Jean Sulivan