Silence
When I say anything the woods of the east echo with my voice,
And only the owls and wolves reply back, their sounds not to be repeated,
My cries, my words, never getting the reply, only the repeating sounds of my own,
Silence is ok, but another voice would make my day,
The nights change from the waxing and waning of the moon,
The stars always as bright,
But as it seems the north star is dimmer when my voice echoes,
Never hearing a soft reply from another human,
My heart sinks like a stone,
My voice not heard to the ears of another, who’s heart feels the same way,
All alone, with only their echo to ring through the silence of their own mind,
Silence is good for only thinking,
Silence alone causes boredom, and madness,
My silence has lasted long enough,
My mind has answered my own questions, my is ready for something new,
Silence is nice but a challenge is even better,
To brake the silence I’ve always wanted,
I know I’m ready to trade this silence for a space fit for two,
And then the only silence I want to hear is the silence of the night,
Where the summer time crickets sing to echo, and their echoes responded to,
Songs shared like stories I’d share with her,
Her voice music to the silence of my heart,
And as we sit under the star, the moon stays full with happiness and joy,
And the north star I think has never looked brighter,
We lean on each other listening to the hoots of the owls in the trees,
With the howls of wolves echoing across the valley, that then bridges to the moon,
Silence is always needed but should never be constant.