I create silences By Gabriel Rosenstock (1949 - ) Dar Óma I create silences wherever I go in silence You come to me I close my eyes and ears to worlds my lips if people ask for directions I point to the gibbous moon when asked how I am I smile the cusp of an eclipse should someone ask the time they’ll see in my eyes it is Dar Óma time to pray and to praise all of creation is getting in the mood insects flit silently movement but no rustle from trees I cannot hear my heartbeat in a distant land You move noiselessly sunlight briefly strokes the haggard face of a mountain a hare cocks his ears You listen