Finding Meaning in Silence
A quiet response is all that he could measure,
in the morning sunlight, he began a wander,
would it be so valuable to suddenly turn
to a distant horizon without any return,
only now could he realize his penchant to wonder
Yet, that isn’t enough today,
he wants more from the same way,
the manner by which his love is felt
he would rather be unlikely dealt
the final blow of an outcome might stay.
Oh, he does love the moments when in recall
he can almost define the moment he began his fall,
and then when love would speak
did he feel himself about to peak
Until now, he’s told he must somehow stand tall.
I’m lost in the quiet, wanting to feel yet frozen,
I haven’t felt so distant from my nearby horizon
for weeks even a facade,
I still knew this was no love odd.
I would if I might remind the world love has reason.
I do in the quiet of this silence wish only peace,
in my hapless efforts to discover my quiet release.