Through their eyes what do they see
Through their world what do they feel
We stumble in our world
while they drift by a thin thread.
Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash
Through their eyes what do they see
Through their world what do they feel
We stumble in our world
while they drift by a thin thread.
Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash
Oh, silence you are beautiful.
You are like a muted ocean crashing upon cliff walls
A heavy blanket that warm the coldness in my soul
Motionless energy that hums with life.
I lay in silence but the thumping
of my sleepy heart;
Awaiting for a new dawn of deeds
to be done and made.
New dreams to be wrung,
Grateful I am for I breathe!
Though I have a heavy mind
I think, and I feel the people within arms reach.
Melancholy they may be
Raged at some point of the day
Brightened at some way
Life is lived I say.
Silence,
I am thankful for the peace you give me
When a day is done
And a part of the world is asleep.
You are the kindness I seek
In a world wrought with noise.
You are the darkness I yearn
When brightness seems too bleak
My Friend, to whom I will always speak.
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