Softly, Hardly

Softly, Hardly

This poem is about knowing who you are.

Gentle whispering of the mundane
Crackling chronology of chaos
Waves of time beneath are lain–
Chorus cries out in excruciation

Mysteries abound, we walk on fire
Serendipity lost, as we fry in hell
Weave your story, your truth-lier
Stop and wait, can you hear the bell?

Leave these leaves in the pen
The smokey curtain is but a façade
The patterns keep reappearing again–
Their eternal nature lower so macabre

Say something! It is your world now
Take it up and show your devotion
The heart that you keep and bow
Frightening the hour, fateless notion

For you came here to know yourself