Silent Invasion
“Silent Invasion”
3/19/01
Silence invades my very pours,
Sliding like the whispered moors
On walls of rock ‘long ivy knolls
Framed by stories constant told.
Celtic knots and green
Hang ’round like druids, silent,
Mean, but perfect in the quiet.
Play the songs that flow
O’re all the ears that pass
Along this row
Of silent standing grass.
Here the quiet take control
and sing its tale of old
In the center of you Gallic mind.
Sit, listen to nothing, hear, unwind.
