Presence – a blank verse sonnet

The sounds that come from silence fill the void 
between the stars. Shut down your mind, be still 
and let them in. The song of nightingales, 
Death’s tuneful whip-poor-will… may both be heard, 

for notes ascend in grief as well as joy. 
A pause in life will cheat the clock of time; 
expand this fragment of eternity 
to play your tune, and make its vibrance felt. 

Alone, the wain will wend a rutted path, 
its destination known, by nightmares drawn. 
Unharness them from your accreted load 
and let them go. Embrace each moment now. 

The past is but a slideshow of the mind; 
and future gains? …may not be yours to own

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