Silence

Silence

Is like an orphanage

For words,

All the words

That could have been spoken,

But were never chosen.

Silence
Is the distance
Between the steady tree
And the twinkling leaves
That are not coming back
In the spring.

Silence

Is the space
Between the falling star
And the farthest planet
Unseen.

Silence

Is watching the blue sea

Become purple sky.

Silence
Is falling asleep,
While talking
Laughing,
And running around,
Alive.

Silence

Is pretending

The day is already gone,
At dawn.

Silence
Is the song of an yesterday
For which tomorrow will never come.