My love for the silence? Divine!
Subliminal screaming, in whispers, the night-
encamps round our bodies, bare.
If my eyes open, the madness is there.
When it is me, only me do I please-
the stoic me, that nobody sees.
"Silence, my love, what gifts do you bring?"
Screams do I chasten!
I won't hear a thing!
Softly cross to me, and, speak, if you must,
but, ask me for little. My heart's turned to rust.
All things in the world decay with time.
Silence is golden! Peace is divine!
Note: I wrote this many years ago and it has been published.