Silence Is An Enigma

Without presence of silence void could be a meaningless halo
Which would be gulping down the hopes of unspoken spirits like gallows
Without presence of silence art could be a nameless hope
Which would be circling around the mind of a creator like a bird with broken wings
Without presence of silence human lives would be the slaves of noises
Which could be nothing more than victims of infinite torture of voices
Without presence of silence there would be no language of love
Which cannot be defined by the sounds of flying feathers of doves (Which we presume as as the sign of peace)
Without presence of silence, you and me would not be making love in our lucid dreams
And our silent hopes of togetherness would be destroyed by the societal mandatory hazardous beam
Without presence of silence, you will not silently weep in my grieving departure
And you story telling to your children would be just incomplete

Without presence of silence aurora would be a lifeless widow
Gulping down all the sorrows within her mind weeping silently looking at the meadow
Without presence of silence your lips would not spill my name while you asleep
And romance would be nothing more than a forced shallow


Music Inspiration: Deafhaven - Dream House
Photograph Courtesy  : http://www.tereshkovets.com/white-silence/