Changes..............................

Suppression

These moments of silence and solitude are bliss.

They surround the soul in contemplation.

The roaring silence echoed in the evening birdsong

That brings the heart closer to finding its truth.

Without these moments, time does not exist.

But for the white noise of background life,

One can be transported to another time before chaos abounded.

But solitude can find recourse in distant echoes of man.

The train bound who knows where with who knows why

Rhythmically trundles distantly past, and still the blackbird

Calls your name in time with mine. The silence brings this suppression

To a conductive truce. The truce within the knowledge of change.

The Change within the knowledge of accepted past that never

Quite lived up to its promise. That never quite brought the glorious sunset

That so many times was wished upon.

Moreover, what of you my beautiful city that weighs heavy on my heart.

Must I leave you in sadness? On the other hand, can you and I now accept?

That the time is ripe for change. You will always be here.

Nevertheless, my horizon is calling me and the voice is not passive,

And………………………….