Silent Stare - a sestina

Acknowledgements to: The Long Fellow Chronicles (Autumn 2001 issue), Ursa Major Publications. Emotions magazine, Wings Of Dawn Publications. Silent Stare Some say, 'The world spins in silence,' 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, ' God called forth all that is with a roar.' 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, 'Let there be light!' 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 David Taub is a member of The British organisation 'National Union of Journalists' (NUJ); Columnist for the UK magazine 'Poetry Now'; Freelance writer for various UK and USA magazines; Co-author of Language of Souls (listed on amazon.com) Website: www.ukpoet.cjb.netJanuary 2000, Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 08:51 AM PST   0 • 12