Silence

SILENCE

Where once whispers,
She hears only silence.

A breeze deadens in the alders,
Branches do not break,
Sparrows do not sing,
The waters in stream do not crackle
They only retreat,
A restless flow of silence.

The wait for sounds,
It has past with the seasons,
Let the silence reign,
Let it take over.

All around,
The forest hedges teem with flowers.

She waited here before.
In winter snows,
The beds a dead white.
In spring rebirth,
As buds rose from dormant soils.
In summer solace,
To find blossoms bursting open
In silence.

The flowers do not sound,
Glows of yellow,
A lions mane,
Bobbing with the breeze,
Not rejoicing,
Only dancing,
In silence.

Yet as whispers of the past die away,
A rustle arises,
From nearer woods.
They trudge through undergrowth
Break into the fields
Dancing
In sound.

Rather than spirit,
It is form.
A being in white.
It approaches,
A new sound,
And the remembered whispers,
The silence,
Fade...
Then is gone forever.