The Whisper of the Silence

August 10. 2010
By Rose Marie Rideout

Through the stillness of the mist,
Flowing through the mountains,
A soft gentle whisper is heard.

It’s calling us back home again,
To the beauty of the Island,
Heard clear through every word.

Like a ghost that’s come to haunt me,
Through the years that’s long gone by,
I miss the Island & my home.

I look upon my photos,
See the beauty I’ve left behind,
Left feeling an emptiness & alone.

I saw the faces in the mountains,
Felt Angels within the air,
Surrounded by the childhood memories.

I know one day I’ll return to the island,
If for a visit, to rekindle another time inlife,
To hear the whisper of silence in the breeze.