Elvis
An American Legend
The Sounds Of August
On August 16, 1977,
we heard some things we had never
heard before ...
The sound of a tear as it rolled
down our cheeks,
falling gently to the floor.
The sound of eyelids closing
in disbelief,
And pulses rushing, seeking relief.
We heard the earth stop: its rotation
ceased;
The shock, felt to its core,
could not be released.
We heard hands clasp in anger
at the injustice of it all...
We heard our youth silently slip
away as night began to fall.
We heard the sound of the future
crashing around us;
it had no place to go,
And we heard the sound of the
heat as it crept in
to wet our brow and forbid the
coming snow.
The sound of hearts breaking
was that of a worldwide thunderstorm,
As we also heard the voice, that
spoke, saying the news had been confirmed.
We heard our souls as they cried
out:
"Please, God, don't let it be
true".
We heard our hurt as we clinged
to each other,
you to me and me to you.
We heard the leaves from the
Graceland trees
as they settled softly to the
ground..
And listened as the wind whispered,
"He is no longer earthbound,
but, free as I, a prisoner no
more;
as he walks in the golden light
on God's celestial shore".
For we have heard the sound of
Death
as it crashed through the mansion
walls
Waiting and shouting for the
world to know
he had come for the greatest
of us all.
We heard the dark cloud as it
slid through the morning mist
As if, arrogantly, saying; "How
dare you deny I exist".
All these things we heard: in
memory hearing still
Reminding us our dreams of forever
can never be fulfilled.
But, we also hear the silenced
voice, so precious, so sweet, so dear;
For the sounds of Elvis Presley,
now as before, will forever be near.
By: Joan Buchanan West
"His death gave eternal life to
a day: August 16, 1977"
~Elvis Aaron Presley~
~January 8, 1935 = August 16,
1977~
