Silence

Silence. The dawn awakens.
Hush. Now. It casts away the moonlit night.
A garment. Ill worn. Cast away. A decadence.
Waiting for the ephemeral first light
That would but tear itself out of the still quiet sky.
Casting away the sentinels.
Like dew. That fast disappears with dawn.
Awaken a grand scheme.
A moment in time. A quivering hope.
A moment awaits. Trees still.
To disturb… to destroy.
Be still. Calm stay my heart.
Or like the free bird escape now.
Atwitter. The sunrise.

That old hill far gone. Remembered. In dreams.
Where at first sight you were present.
Standing in the old cottage.
Ensconced all about. Your light a welcome in the night.
The mountain. Looming behind. Silent. Waiting. Watching.
All is quiet.
Awaken not. The sky, my soul. Rest. Becalm thee.
For tis the truth. That a unseemly word would destroy.
The night is yet old. The winter of its life. Enwrapped.

The night yet stays. Birds would sing, but late.
They in cozy dreams snug.
The dreams of nature. Collected anew.
Silence. Hush. Don’t break the glass.
Or else noise. Like an evil stain, spreads on the harvest.
Wrapping itself like a rag, hastily worn. Yet useless.
Silence. Quiet, preserve the magic. To observe.
To be one with nature.

Yet that which starts does end surely.
Silence. With an infinitesimal crack breaks.
Its broken shards as a memory lost. Fast replace.
Outward noise. Redone again.