- Thomas Kam
Only Silence Heard
Upon my knees,
My courage seized
By force beyond my means;
I still believe,
Though I can’t see
What all this darkness means.
& still I smell
The flowers that fell
From your broken branch.
The breaths I take,
The vows I make
In hope of hopeless chance
That I might know,
Like long ago,
What only silence heard.
A child bound
To anxious sound,
Electric insect buzz;
Consuming thought
& never taught
To be, without because;
& written on
The quaking sand,
The lines that don’t preserve
The thing I knew,
When words were few,
& only silence heard.