Here my friends is a poem of musings, quite literally a poem about thoughts.
When Silence
is Golden,
and Words Turn
to Lead.
When Silence is
Golden and words turn to Lead.
My Thoughts in their
turn and in passing are fed.
Like sheep in their
pastures and lambs in their folds,
When Words are as
Lead and Silence is Gold.
When phrases are
weighted and leaden with cold,
When speeches are
salted, but thoughts are the mold.
The mouth and the
tongue are both brazen and cast,
While the mind, in
its turn, discerns future from past.
So when thoughts are
wiser, but words are too bold,
Then the words turn
to Lead, and the Silence to Gold.
When the lake of the
mind is both stagnant and still,
When voices from use
become raspy or shrill,
When Knowledge is
shunned and stripped of its worth,
And Wisdom though
precious, is chased from the earth.
When what’s in man’s
mouth praised o’er his head,
that’s when musings
are murdered, and Gold turns to Lead.
When tears fall as
oft as clouds sick with rain,
And man’s empty heart
becomes leaden with pain.
When Words lose their
pow’r and sayings grow old,
When metaphors wane
and platitudes fold,
Tis when Words become
Lead, and Silence is Gold
The Seasons keep
turning, and time marches bold.
Amazement and wonder
the silent hands hold.
The green of the
trees and blue of the streams,
The clamor of life,
and the solace of dreams.
When one can be still
and beauty behold,
Then Words turn to
Lead, and Silence to Gold.
