NOW IS THE TIME FOR THE DISCOURSE THAT IS DREAMT OF

The discourse that is dreamt of

The confrontation that will range

On the sentient boulder of civility

The thoroughfare of the heart semblance of silence

Riding on a mild steed

Cobwebs formidable

And out of the mild expanse comes thunder

Herald of impending dissolution

From a soothing lips

Emerge words of fire

Now is the time for the discourse that is dreamt of

Whispers of blind alley in the dark

Words buried in the dark and shadowy grave

Of the earth will emerge with a potent presentiment

Walls have ears and silence had an ominous sound

Now is the time that is dreamt of

After the hunt – the haunter

Marvelous tale

The lions roar is drowned in the undergrowth of silence.