While Silence Speaks
There are angels among our lives
we know those moments we wonder
a glance, an afterthought, a conscious choice
we choose love, and that desire that society
defines its nature is really a bountiful beauty,
the true essence of giving, while in the longing
we do receive. There is a certain peace.
Tonight while my routine brings you along with me,
I wonder sometimes why it is I’m willing to shelve
certain aspects of my life because I’d rather that
energy be with you. And while this turns to prose,
the truth inside my tears is that these words are always
here waiting for your listen, for you to know just how
much my truths are built around loving you.
In my silence I listen for the angels to speak,
they’ll let me know if she is still ok, if her life
can be the way we all believe ours ought to be,
even when we know we have touched something
seemingly beyond ourselves – when what they say
really does hold truth to the wonder of our dreams.
It is I do know love not because of what her aura
provides my own humanity, it is simply her silence.