Silent Voices

Silent voices calling
as if a hammer warning
wake up, chop wood
carry water, write of
these things as inner
tensions tug on heart
strings in visions of
revelations last night’s
heavenly visitations
where archer’s arrows
split sequential dreams

As beat angels flee the
obscene scene unseen
with bows in tow then
suddenly you hear the
sounds of quiet noises
of car wheels sneaking
down the road in a last
chance getaway oh,
another lost serenade
good morning heart
ache as if by Lady Day

Silent voices calling
chop wood, carry water
write of these things
reveries and homilies
hosannas in the highest
let me take you even
higher to super strings
and theories unseen on
silver wings of thee
we sing of silent voices
calling you calling me