Landscapes of the Mind – 11

Tell me, harbor, do you know
Everything the silence means?
Why it is things must be so?

Everything the silence means
Born aloft on clouds of gray;
Living in the in-betweens.

Born aloft on clouds of gray,
We take in the shifting scenes
Of the life that is a day —

We take in the shifting scenes,
But, dear harbor, do you know
Everything this silence means?

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