back to Forum SILENT RELEASE (a rubaiyat written in iambic octameter ) by Jon Beherends I have hope for the clean, white snow. It brings joy to me, this I know, For the dance it does to the ground Soul in hand, I sit for the show 5 With tenacity like a hound And a message ever so profound The snowflakes fall reflecting light While silence and I gather 'round My weariness shrinks at the sight 10 My soul I now fly like a kite; On dark wings it flys to the stars I am lost in this silent flight (c) 2001 The Breaking Room