A silence deep in glowing caves
Is never quite alone
It wonders in its quiet waves
To race and run from home.
Its spirts shine within the deep
To find a common stare
It shields us from a truth so steep
For how we see unfair.
Our deepest threat, our deepest care,
Is unique at each owns grave
Our silent screams are muted there,
Where fate, outruns, its wave.
Hat Tip: “The Ocean” by Nathaniel Hawthorne