Silence
like nothing else
can tear down boundaries
and rip
the hearts of those you love.
Open doors
and lift up bridges,
finally let you
drop your head
down to your chest
or rest it
on their shoulder.
Silence, like the time between
clocks, ticking,
slowly passing
you by,
from chime
to chime
or breath
to breath.
Silence, my old friend,
silence,
that dreaded enemy,
silence to be cut with a knife
like tension
drenched in icing.
Silence in sleep
or in waking,
or best of all
in that forgotten state
somewhere in between
where dreams become
memories
and fears switch over
to dreams.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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