Stars in sky
Often whisper on sly
Telling us silently
What will come by,
Dulcet decibels
rustle around
Blowing winds of change,
Ringing loud knells
of tempests to blow,
And
I
Nestled in my coccoon
Deaf to all the ringing prophesy,
Just flow with the Tide,
Awaiting with baited breathe,
To drown in stormy surf,
Sinking to deep depths below,
Never to rise