Poetry:

A Song Without Words

No one can sleep in a bed of glass,
Life can be seen in still eyes dead,
So now I rest my weary head.
Mindful that at least our reflections will last.

Stories are told to the hearts we hold--
Too bad our souls are deaf and cold!
Die! Die, life screams to me through eyes that shouldn't see.
BUT Live! Live, death whispers to me while warning of what soon will be.

So now I sing heart's cry we know
But one that only the soul can show
How sad! That eyes can't hear, and ears can't seem
In a pool of bleeding dreams

For who could ever hear my song without words?

                       Thomas A. McDonley (C)2003