In Peace And Quiet...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it will forever be
a search for the perfect metaphor
about what cannot be spoken
simply because there is no word
for it yet
not because the speaker has no
voice from within.

and so the words keep coming
sounding itself and screened by
the music of its syllables only
to be discarded because it never
fits with what is spoken by the
vastness of this void.

it is always like sounding like
but it is simply not and so
you throw it away again into the
air of strangeness.

you know from the mouth of your
heart when it comes
because it fits perfectly and
then the exact consequence comes.

and then you say now i can die in
peace and quiet.