Silence.
Silence, it’s a language…
Sitting daintily on our lips,
Still. Not moving. Not quivering,
Strong, not shaking.
Silence, it’s a countenance…
Prettier than any other,
Serene in its chaos,
Peaceful yet savage.
Silence, it’s serendipity…
Here when it’s east expected,
Gone when it’s most needed,
None’s to purchase but everyones to own;
A song on the lips or a melody to the ears.
Silence, it’s the flicker of a candle flame…
Fighting. Guiding. Never failing,
Dispelling darkness,
Forever shining.
Silence, it’s a language…
A countenance like none other,
The ‘Quite Crusader’,
Unseen. Unprecedented. Unparalleled.
