Silence Barriers

"Silence Barriers"

by Timothy Dougherty

Magic to go straight to the area, with a sense of size and sullen grimness, being half choked with the flush of morning

Talk to me Rain so glowing and without life the scattered impulses you gather me, passionate act, our traditions

Friends are open with green hills of simple grace and sense of importance, a friend with shoulders and her rose morning

Half choked friends suffocated in their convictions and hardened resolves, friends are the recesses of our memory

The past as the shifted friends on adroit grounds, accosted ideas and ideals, lampooned with cherished prejudices and bowed submissions

My mind is haunted with friends the unearthly burden of life or just a place for chill trepidation, friends drank of naught colorless care

It is often with desperate resolve of spirit, we conversed in fluency and nothing passed, only desperation

The walls have resolve and the universe to a fundamental nothingness, as if some human defect has been detected in some hollow moons rings

So ironic words, flung and flushed out to some intolerably wind, as the silence becomes intolerably given stare of diffidence rebounds

Looking at some day-dreams, how I give my eyes to the demons of false glory and simple wanton success, the same demon who rules too often

Eyes with the gift of deep, dark silences the eagle in his tracks and trade eyes, acted in honor and delicacy, sudden dreams we give

With admiring vision the dark silence comes, as friend loathsome and listened in gazed intent as protestations held and than replies went

In life the regimental vague acceptance becomes only a smile only a smile, a smile