Quiet

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.