James Wakelin - Dark

Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
Frank

Quick the quickened do not run
Silence speaks
to deaf ears that hear
And speak words too taught to
hear.

But speak and sound be quiet still
The dark will come the light may be
the dark the light. Heaven!
Respond!
Do quiet look.

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James Wakelin

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