Silence is a language
between sea and shore
the tide awash with memories
of rusted wrecks in foreign fjords
Silence is a language
between snow and ice
blanketing the spawning ground
never the same way twice
Silence is a language
between the crossing and the bridge
mirroring to fathom
what lies beyond the next ridge
Silence is a language
between the landscape and horizon
every corner every curve
traced by deeper passion
Silence is a language
between the heavens and the sky
clouding over sunsets
falling stars pass nigh
Silence is a language
between sleep and dreams
Subtly till you drift back
morning comes quicker than it seems
