The Sound of Silence

The world was sinking within my heart.

I burst out of its pastures.

The hoarse sound of fermenting air
dense with parched lips
blew fireflies on its easel
a high pitched tune
striking a thicket of stars
embraced me.

I lost my ability to recognize the shapes
of the thoughts sprinting in front.

The screen on which I used to gaze
was a whirl of frames gushing non-stop.

The sound of the spinning reel within the husk of solitude
pulverized a stillness so deep
that I forgot to choose and dapple
at the waters of the flux
swelling and shrinking
in which within its bosom
a red streak
my soul bed.

© Malintha Perera 2014



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