The Prophecy of Silence

The Prophecy of Silence

Silence in the darkness is my comrade.
It speaks to me, a wandering nomad.
I see constant revelations.
While I sleep, they beckon.
They imprint my dreams.
So often they reach extremes.
I’m surrounded by the echoes of peace.

While dreaming, I am at peace.
All my stress, it doth cease.
Ever, I am showered by light.
I’m empowered to recite.
I disdain unfriendly dankness.
My thoughts are unceasing and ageless.
Restlessly my delusions survey my existence.

In the unprotected dark I realized,
Multitudes of humans perchance embodied.
Many were speaking without conversation.
There were those who were deaf without heeding.
Musings were shared by opinions never received.
Scarcely had they risked disturbing the echoes of peace.

Jesters, “You’ll never appreciate
Echoes of peace like malignance flourishes.”
Know that my words are true.
I offer the solace of my limbs.
However, my lyrics should guide you.
They resonate as always with peace.
All the citizens will bend and hope.
To the one who guides their lives?
Time will provide the proof.
Were my words a warning?
Were there signs neglected?
Were they surrounded by echoes of peace?