If voices could resolve,
Save my entrapped soul.
Reeling away from pivotal reality.
Enslaved by an immortal wish.
If silence could speak
Douse my murky soul in wisdom.
Drench my maiden bones in wit.
Sitting beside an older grave for night.
Listening between the sober’s blight.
Though answer i seek,lie deep within.
Search & Search I tire.
Although a robust sheen, deflects me.
Marauding henceforth in lights & noise.
if those voice could really rejoise.
Reveberating through & through.
One passes silently, i gasped.
them nerves & bones, entwining now wrapped.
tender through sheen, in divine milieu.
In tranquil of night, them finally do.