Unnatural Silence

Steely cold is unnatural silence; the simile of darkness’s twin brother.

Shadows slink and move about; gray shapes cling to the wall.

Lips tremble, forced is the breath to utter a word…silence befalls another.

Cars whiz without sound; people move their lips, their tongues wag a muted chorus.

Unnatural silence in a dark world; should ever the heart they hear?

Perpetual motion rules; rituals performed without thought or heart.

Unnatural is the silence; the twin brother of the dark.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/2008