Silence

The stillness of the lake
The lazy lull of the wind
The first flames of fire
The picture perfect moon
The eternal wait
For the first rain drop
The language of the trees
The agitation of the sun
The mind numbing standstill
Seconds before childbirth
Amidst the deepest sharpest cry
The beating of the heart
The calm before the storm
The turbulence of the ocean
The sharp bite of the cold
The turmoils of love
In the heart of war


At the peak of it all
Lays cuddled, and sweet
Innocent and pure
A beautiful lone lady
Mute, and dumb
But with the sharpest eyes
An immortal spectator
The language she speaks
Reeks of reassurance
In her arms lies comfort
She maybe an illusion
She maybe a savior
She maybe the question
She maybe be the answer
She is everywhere
She is timeless
Silence is her name

That lady in black
She is mysterious
Obscure and cryptic
She talks of nothing but
A million things
A thousand unspoken words
A hundred others
Scary in her moods
Carefree otherwise
Ephermeral and immortal
Lonliness her best friend
Her invisible face
Cloaked in black veil
She who has no shadow
With a deafening roar
Does she tell us
Silence is her name