The sounds of yesterday / echo and taunt
though faded away / some tunes I still want.
The sounds of the now / tug at my ears
and remind me somehow / of foreboding fears.
The sounds of tomorrow / creak still unheard
in the church-bells of sorrow / and the last final word.
I stare at the earth / and hear its' live cry
and wonder what worth / is it all just to die.
I hear the timid and meek / whispering in silence
fearing to speak / or shout their defiance.
O'er my head there flies honking / geese in togetherness
On the ground too are honking / aggitations of loneliness.
And imaginary sounds / sigh on my bed
of love in soft pounds / I tune my ear but they fled.
Fot the only sound there / is my silent scream
O to be just anywhere / than this soul-blasting dream.