Silence is beautiful
Like the snow in the morning
Watching the crunch come down
Foot by foot
As each step made the music
To trickle on down
To the smell of the solitude

Spoken
Were not words
But great breathes in
Out
And around the bend

I missed those early mornings
Glimpses of colors in the sky

Home was that of silence

A forgotten moment
Only an adult would know

What was then
Is always a figment
Of former imagination

Spoken like
Tranquil images
Taken from the depths
Of a mind full of
Useless garble –these days

I saw the wind
I spoke the sun
I knew why the
Birds came back for the summer

I fished the rivers
Tasted the sea


I missed those mountains

The beauty of the silence
Spoken truly
Only by us
By them
If only if only


Again

Again

Silent