Sound of Silence

Quiet prose

Expectant feel
In dark of night
Lips squeezed to seal
“gainst words held tight

Pregnant silence
mayhaps born of fear
No words or whispers
Caress one’s ear

Black glove of velvet
Holds tight the hush
Of careless words
In callous crush

Peace hides deep
In quiet’s keep
Yet shares it’s lair
With fear

Silence…ominous…
Peaceful, deep
Sparse…voluminous
Carbon black in mystery steeped

Creature of comfort?
“thing” to fear?
What tis this “silence”
That we e’er need to hear?

Tis composed of stardust
Of dark matter deep
That holds our trust in
Quiescent quest of sleep

Author's Note

shhhhh!

Reviews

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

OK ... This is one of your best .. touches rightly on what we desire .. and all the facets of silence ..


xo .. J

[David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)]

Thanks for reading me Jaz. If not for you and a very few others this would indeed be a lonely (and silent) site. Appreciate ya!