How eerily quiet it is
As dusk rushes in to part day from night.
The birds song falls silent,
Screaming to a deprived auditory,
A favorite time of day.
Providing respite to the senses,
Relief from the noise and chaos,
The pollution that ravages solace.
So few are these moments of silence;
The bombardment of the modern world sees to that.
Sights, sounds, electronics, social media,
Flooding, desensitizing, minimizing,
Reducing humanity to its possessions.
Mindless busyness with little reward
Fill the hours of the every day.
Peacefulness of sleep,
Communion with thoughts
Are endeavors relegated to antiquity if so ignored.
The natural joys of quiet revitalize,
Bringing balance to the imbalances of life.
With eyes closed, in silence,
The beating of the heart
Will become the song in the mind
Reconnecting spirit to nature and humanity.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~