He liked to gather up the silence in the springtime Pack it up and carry it in an old timeworn leather rucksack From a distance it looked like he was a senseless fool Picking up handfuls of nothing; then putting it in an empty jar
No mind is paid to the fleeting glance in the corner of a stranger's eyes They were out of reach from the box he was living in He kept gathering up the endless silence like missing pieces of a lost soul It seemed to be everywhere ― and in it heard, the only voice he knew
Supposing all his thoughts pondered come forth of silence Often resting sheltered beneath branches where it grew on the trees ― It wasn't just the songbird that broke the stillness in dappled sunlight It was the dearth of love that rivers through a strong heartbeat’s silenced words ...
04 May 2018
Thank you for reading and considering "gathering silence"