Murmur 3

On any still night

When the clouds are low

And the city lights,

Create an orange glow.

 

You may perceive it.

Maybe not in the first instant

But with time you might

Come to notice the remnant.

 

It’s the noise that’s left behind

As society goes about its business –

The machineries daily grind.

It’s an eerie, almost silence.

 

You’ll know it from the time

You’re sweetheart touched your hand

In that crowded five and dime

The murmur, the only sound that remained.

 

And as you stand at sea’s shore

On this calm, steamy evening

You can hear it once more,

The hum of lives out there – living.