On The Edges Of Silence
On the edges of silence
I soak in this space-
knowing tomorrow
will show me your face.
The feeling's delicious-
a buzz in the brain-
that ripples the silence
again and again.
The days with no echo-
the hours with no sound-
are fading from silence
and turning around.
I lounge in this luxury-
knowing silence will go-
feeling alive and electric-
as it's edges out-flow.
Joy Weare.
22nd September, 2007.
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