GalaxyOfLucas

Tranquil silence When I was young, I was taught to be quiet To never speak a single word To never tell of the things I could see Or the things I heard. Silence became a sadder part of my hours Silence was the rotted banana, a wilted flower. Silence seemed to follow me wherever I would go But no matter how close to me silence could have been I always felt very alone. But you taught me to see The beautiful things about silence- It can be whatever you want it to be. It became the soft moonlight, a calming sea. It was the slow dawning sun, another day begun. It was that breath of air, the thud of your pulse, the brush of your hair