-- What Silence Is? --

­­John Herlihy

Do we know what silence is?

We think we do; but the question remains.

The North Star shinning in the twilight sky.

A silent harbinger that deep space protects.

Do you love me? I make bold to ask.

The silence says what I don’t want to hear.

My friend, where art thou, I sense you not.

Silence seeps into the crack of an endless night.

Death as silent as an owl flying through snow.

The snow falls quietly, a silent beauty left behind.

The wind sighs, but shadows move in silent stealth.

The moon rises in the silence of another world.

We ask again: Do we know what silence is?

The question remains; but the answer is so silent.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 29 November 2020