365 Days of Poetry (Part Two)

Day 58: The Beauty of Quiet.

Oh so peaceful in its still absence, this time without a single sound.

A blissful moment goes unspoiled, where no person is around.

Not a thought of fear or harm could ever once be heard.

There exists only words of healing power, within this silent, serene world.

It is in this place the inner voices, may now make their presence known.

The kindness, truth and light of your subconscious, it is your very own.

No spoken word can reach you now, no human thoughts can harm.

Only whispered words of Angels, as they take you, arm in arm.

For what the silence has to tell, no other soul is ever told.

This knowledge, it belongs to you, more precious than the brightest gold.

The quiet, it creates a wondrous sense of guidance, a place of knowing.

Sound cannot replace this, no, not even in the harshest of snowings.

That quiet space within your mind, an array of options it provides.

A blank canvas of opportunity; so vast, so deep and wide.

So use such knowledge well, my friend, let not wise words slip by.

Before you know it, the moment's gone, so it doesn't hurt to try.