I upon the monks walk wander

Do you perceive beauty in a raindrop?
Elegance within the tune?
Do you believe for a second
That man landed on the moon?

Honour thee, this night is free
From the shackles of expectation
Honour comes so easily
In dissolving reputation

I upon the monks walk wander
Throughout the hills of hibernation
I upon the monks walk ponder.
The theme of revelation.
Listen as the silence hands so heavy on the air.
Listen as the silence brings a selfish soul to share.
For no sound is there to drown the voice of conscience,
Who he would normally ignore un-caring.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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