Silence, as poignant as a child’s cry,
Nursing a hope that can belie.
Words are emotions with sound
Written with ink and tears downed.
Silence laden with unspoken words
In a place where conversations are never heard.
Time hangs in the balance, running,
A maze of illusions , mute, spinning.
Soundlessness becomes timeless,
My syllables become rhyme-less.
Words do a tête-à-tête in my head,
Unraveling thoughts , unsaid.
Silence whispers to me in the absence of words,
Like a weeping child that has never been heard.
I look for you in the silence of my sleep.
Hearing the heart of our combined minds, weep.