Silent Stare (Sestina)

Silent Stare

Some say, &;quot;The world spins
in silence,&;quot;
and yet, why so, when wild waves roar?

Darkened clouds that crash their tongues of light,

tear night asunder, trying to scatter stars that stare.

Compared to such, man's mutterings are but a whisper

drowned in a waterfall that cascades for ever.


And what do we know of ever and ever,

born of time stretching before noise or silence?

None there to witness a big bang or God's whisper,

calling into being, with crescendoed roar,

universes of endless dark, at which I stare
on a
silent night, save for a pale moonlight.

And here's
the mystery - moon of darkness, without light
of its own,
drawn from a sun for always and ever.
What fool, but the
moon, at the sun dare stare?
Celestial stand-off - an impasse
in silence,
whilst I listen to a not so silent world roar,

wondering what secrets universes may whisper.


If you must stand beside me, on this night, then
whisper
only, if you must speak, lest you disturb light

rustling of autumn leaves, soon to be swallowed in a roar.

Winter's chilling roar of winds, blowing as if for ever

in defiance of a world, that some say spins in silence.

And now, on this dark night, together two stare.


Have you not stood wondering how many stare -

how many share this very moment, each in their whisper?

Soaked in night's dark silence,
a thousand eyes of
stars whose sight of light
has stretched from never to ever,

like endless waves - upon oceans - roar.


Some say, &;quot; God called forth all that is
with a roar.&;quot;
Perhaps, then, it is down God's throat
we stare,
and stars are but God's teeth that twinkle ever

in a mouth, which speaks sometimes with a whisper.

Perhaps it was we who cried, &;quot;Let there be
light!&;quot;
and now forget the answer - a smile of
silence.

This, I know - in a roar of silence -

if I should stare for ever,
the mysteries of dark
and light lie in but a whisper.

Copyright David
Taub UKpoet@aol.com, January 2000


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(NUJ);
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Freelance writer for various UK and USA magazines;

Co-author of Language of Souls (listed on amazon.com)

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