The Year of Silence

The sun shone
blindingly
from the westering sky
down the gleaming street

But none would come
that would now have come
On however many wheels
or on happy feet

The boat that carried them
now carries none
the way is closed
although it is still open

The excited faces
sometimes a lil green
other times tired
Always pleased to have come

now will not come
our summer will be
empty
still of voices and faces

The whacky bus
the hired cars
the taxi hired
from the plane

Even the ships
of hundreds
the music lovers
of thousands

None will now come
The island is silent
Imperviously
the Stones will Stand

The Year of Silence
Let's hope it's but one
till our cheerful friends
are welcomed to return