Written by Marini Barika Facey
Violently slaughter the silence!
Shatter the silence...
...let it break!
...let it fall!
...let it crash,
because even that will awaken sound!
Silence dresses up in the finest clothes,
as if it is peace...
...but it is not!
It prepares for its wake!
Silence is death between us,
and its stench rises out of its grave;
I would risk jumping across its chasm
if you would breathe again!
Silence even tries to prance about as quietness,
and leaves its prey in a trance,
which no prayer can circumvent,
because they are sleepwalking!
...but we know the serene beauty of each others' company,
and the radiant power that emanates when we reciprocate!
I've watched you breathe and bright futures are formed!
I've marveled as you speak and it echoes into souls;
their empty caves are suddenly flooded with light!
When you speak,
it pulls us farther and farther away
from the edge of the grave,
that yearns to tear us apart;
when you breathe,
it rips us backwards,
out of the cemetery!
We breathe and remember...
We have the authority
to create symmetry!
When you speak,
It shakes us!
It wakes us!
It quakes in our souls!
When you breathe,
it cloaks us with life!
It makes a flame that drives away
the bitter...cold silence!
Blow!
Blow!
Let embers turn into a raging fire,
and ashes dance like snow!
Fire is in our eyes!
We remember to never let go of each other!
Ashes to ashes...
...and dust to dust to silence!