Cold Silence

Cold Silence

Cold Silence by Mani Jahanshahi

Early morn, chill and dark …
A dog snores contentedly,
The coffee maker gurgles,
But the cold silence remains.

The pages of my book …
Each one whispers as it turns,
Words form pictures in my mind,
But the cold silence remains.

Somewhere in the basement …
A pilot lights the furnace,
Sheet metal ducts, heating, creak,
But the cold silence remains.

On the highway, a truck …
Tires humming on dark pavement,
A brief rush of machine noise,
But the cold silence remains.

At last the sun appears …
Bright line on the horizon.
In the wood, a bird makes song;
The cold silence is broken.

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