Loud silences of warm darkness

A poem about coming to terms with death

A moment passed -not long ago

the smoldering candle

wick aglow

the wax still hot

absent of flame

that never seems to cool again-still hot yet smoldering

affect the same



A second turns though is not spent

It merely notes where it will and went

With complacency bordering contempt



No utterance fades into silent despair

Listen hard-  it still lingers there



Out of range of earthly ear,

Travelling through the stratosphere



The rhythm beats without the drum

and the earth still turns without the sun