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The Silence |
The silence I am looking for
is punctuated with bird song
the quiet suddenly
making bird sound into music
The silence I am wishing for
is after the baby finally falls asleep,
the house settling like an old horse,
comfortable in its stable,
soft wood creaking between the rest points
The silence I am longing for
is after the love making, bodies sinking deep
in an ineffable quiet, quilts falling on them
like snow on a windless night
The silence I am asking for
is the rests between the notes,
the long breath before the flutist plays
long pearl shaped tones,
the nothing that makes the sound carry far
The emptiness you want to fill
with everything
copyright 2004
Alice
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