Silent song

[gnomon]

Two birds can fly
Immortally caught

I see them now
I've watched their escape

Though now I see them
Caught in flight

I see their wings
I see the feathers
I see the sea

In which the wings
Fly above and sing

I see the crest of the wave
The sea become shallow

Shadows casting upon
The next wave which follows

I taste the cold iron
Spreading down my spine

I've lost the memories now
The attempt....but why

No cold sand upon my feet
No wings to let fly

No wind upon my crest
Only a foolish fail

But I see them
Wings bright in the light

No sound but the beauty
Breaks this poor sight

The song rings soft
As the tide rolls in

Another day rises
The crest of the wave
Glitters
The birds fly
And are gone

Quietly but resounding
As I remove the cold iron

A song of quiet
Trapped in a moment

 

[VoidCat]

I thought this was going to be John Cage's 4 33

But nice poem! I like it.