The Instructor

The rain is dried
The tears are cried
And nothing’s left to say
Save broken lines of indecision
Unanswered from yesterday
I’m looking down at meaningless metal
Forward the trees point skyward
And tell me the answers all fall from above
But silence is all that I’ve heard

What a calming quiet it is though
Its depths are as deep as the moon’s glow

Until a voice
Cuts thru the air like a hawk