The Language of Silence
Silence is a language
between sea and shore
the tide awash with memories
of rusted wrecks in foreign fjords
Silence is a language
between snow and ice
blanketing the spawning ground
never the same way twice
Silence is a language
between the crossing and the bridge
mirroring to fathom
what lies beyond the next ridge
Silence is a language
between the landscape and horizon
every corner every curve
traced by deeper passion
Silence is a language
between the heavens and the sky
clouding over sunsets
falling stars pass nigh
Silence is a language
between sleep and dreams
cuddle till I drift back
morning comes quicker than it seems
very nice!
Thank you, and peace be with you.
Very nice pictures in my imagination while reading this poem
Thank you. Enjoy the memories.
Brilliant. Good imagery, well structured and the rhyme scheme is impressive