I like the silence for a reason,
within the chime of every season;
it is still and uncomplicated.
It does not seek the path of confusion,
the shades and mirrors of illusion,
the mask that hides the face of lies,
it’s solace where the anguish dies.
It holds you like a new born child
and keeps you safe just for a while.
It soothes the aches of day and night
and beckons soul to seek delight…
refreshing passions, dreams ill-fated,
It's life’s wonder, soundly understated.
D.V.
October 1, 2012
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