Silence is the momentarily suspended sound, it`s tones set
the mood.
The melody lingers in the midnight atmosphere,
The perception of it, is all the ear can audible hear.
This imagination admires each chord, of the hypnotic music
playing;
The pitch and timbre of the instruments, and the vocals
inlaying.
Silent purpose, not apprehended, yet to be found – still
being pursued.
The passage of silence resonates and rebounds endlessly;
Like the unseen emotion, passing within a new parent`s first
kiss,
Or parent`s passing, now unseen – the true emotion within “miss”.
All the while, time flows onward drifting like a stream;
In the stillness, time`s movements can almost be seen.
Time briskly bubbling forward, in swift silence eternally…
…Each moving moment, silent ripples are given birth, in
time`s invisible wake;
Each passage of the present, new directions, the newborn
streams visibly make.
Sitting here upon the embankment; skipping rocks across the
water`s face,
Creating little vibrations (rippling tiny dreams), to which the heart gives chase.
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