Sound
Spirited away by an enchanting sound
Our hands and feet are no more to be found
Making us light as air and swift as lightning
Then come revelations, so enlightening
Life is flowing, like the traveling sound
Through silence it’s mysteries are unbound
The truly silent becomes inconspicuous as a hair
Recognized, by their innocent stare
The ears are adept at picking sound
Which suits the mind where we run aground
When a sound mind is no more a mystery
Our awareness will outrun the claws of past history
If we miss the light, we can wait for its sound
The light will make a return, leaving us spellbound
Showing us a void, whose sound cannot be tamed
To hear it, lost time must be reclaimed