PROPHECY POETRY AND PEARLS OF WISDOM

 channeled through Madame Royale by the voices of the ancients or a bad case of heartburn..  

Hello darkness, long my friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone 
Along the streets of Eden Falls 
'Neath the entrance to the mall
I turned my head to check the sales
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw 
Eighty-four people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" the angel cries "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear the baying of the hounds, 
As they make their nightly rounds."
But the words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people partied and played
In the bars and social halls.
And the stars flashed out a warning,
In the shadows danger is  forming.
And the ancients said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Check back next week for more such enlightening missives from Madame Royale