Silence is where dreams are born.
Where broken hearts clench in agony.
Where gentle breezes lift dandelion seeds from hands of children.
Silence is at the top of rollercoasters.
Where parents gingerly bend over cribs, to set down sleeping babies.
Where forks hover over steaming bowls of home-cooked spaghetti.
Silence is where there’s nothing to breathe but water;
Nothing to see but ghosts;
Nothing to hold but letting go.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Silence is where dreams are born.
Where broken hearts clench in agony.
Where gentle breezes lift dandelion seeds from hands of children.
Silence is at the top of rollercoasters.
Where parents gingerly bend over cribs, to set down sleeping babies.
Where forks hover over steaming bowls of home-cooked spaghetti.
Silence is where there’s nothing to breathe but water;
Nothing to see but ghosts;
Nothing to hold but letting go.
