//Cry//

Slowly 
When the silence muttered noise
 
She cried like
a music 
blend of
old notes
often heard at sea shore
or with serpentine harp.

Happiness has no speech
Sadness groans sobbing pain
One could never outline a
Lie or cry

She but cried 
with a few words galloped
 I could neither understand nor escape
A world that remained in why

She cried a cry
through time
through space

but

the world has no time to listen
the sound of love
the sound of pain
the sound of hunger
the sound of nothingness

The night rolled on.