Silence is intriguing

                   True to be heard, I find myself listening
more intensely in silence. Not that I am alone just
the hope a voice is spoken to break the cooling breeze.

                  So softly the gathered thoughts blend and
the gentle memories explore a slow breath. Ah indeed
the simplicity standing behind the whispers.

                  In time, perhaps, the words will edge
out caressing the lips with tingling sought decadence.
Still an unwavering sigh is drawn and the evening
begins a dance with daylight.

                  I am expecting a display but yet the
emotions hold, coldly at bay. I want to ask things yet
the hesistation is insisting calmness to overtake.
Clarity of depth is associated with understated
understanding.

                   Here I place my mind in tumbling
words of encouragement, silliness involved too.
Standing firmly where I am placed I find the
inquisitive stare easier to perform. The look of
holding newness in a tight little bow.

                 Still I will not press any one person,
thing into a defined conversation. Just best to
observe and be kind. Listen and absorb. Otherwise
I am overwhelmed by what inside me, demands
a voice.

                Yes I have learned. Silently the quietness
is intriguing. Indeed not the air I present but I
will uphold it until a crack forms.

                Ah and to wonder what all this means, I
dare no one to fully comprehend. However some
out there, agree that they too are standing the same
way. In those instances I am grateful I have a
fellow companion who gets this.

               Alas I am not down, nor tired just observing
as I should have all along. Silence is so becoming.
I am grateful to reside in such an atmosphere.
Indeed you do not hear my smile but it is there,
quietly displaying to those who understand just who
I really am.