Silent Tiger

   There was a moment of pristine beauty, a clarity, for a space of time….Lost, with the turning year, cold winds, cold thoughts in mind,

   I find sometimes I am dancing, when there is no apparent tune…Swaying to a private rhythm, beneath a harvest moon,

   Silent words, barely stirring the air, make whirlwinds in my head…The road is long, so I grab my stereo, hold my music instead,

   Don’t ask me,  haven’t got the answer, but I’ll look for it tonight…Beneath the silent trees, when I cannot sleep, stalking lunar light,

   My heart is aching, all the shadows, whispering a name…I’m padding on, the silent tiger, who still remains untamed.



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