Silent Voices







People Come

        People Go

Names Come

        Many we do not know

Whispers of being

        In an immaterial world

They come in singles

Sometimes in pairs

And in a corner, they stay curled



Members come

They listen in

Listen in silence

Never a word from them



They stay just a while

Smoke on the wind

They stay just a while

Then head out again



What,

        Pray then,

                Can we learn from them?



That secrets are kept

        By these shadowy men?



That we can find

        When they come again.

Place them as you will. To ask who they are, I cannot answer for you. I personally see two or three answers to that for myself. (Names in an IRC chatroom?, Unknown strangers walking into the room where you are chatting with friends? Government spies? Aliens?) Another person has told me they see the people as elves. What you see depends on you. Like the idea of leaving open questions. and I write with this in mind to some degree. When I write, I start with an image, a sound, a mental video, or a raw stream of words. In all but the last case I try to relay what *I* experience without actually saying it. If you as the reader sees the same image as I originally did, that's great. yet if you see something else in it, that's wonderful too :) This one is interesting in that I believe I have largely forgotten the original image from whence it came. Now when I read through it I see an image that may or may not resemble the original. In any case, I'm going on here about imagery and if I proceed further here, than I may fast end up drilling into an empty hole.

See what ye see
And be what ye be
For that is as is intended