Silence

The silence screams, robber if dreams🌹

‘Silence’

What about
‘Me’,
Someone did
Ask,
Putting to
Task ,
All the
Things of
The
Past-

‘The silence’,
I said,
‘All around
In my head-
Is screaming
And I’m
Not dreaming,
But there’s
No sound to
Be found.’

When you
Listen,
But can’t
Hear
And you look
But can’t
See-
Then what
Us to
Be found,
Within
The darkness
Of sound?

Silence-
That bursts
Every second
It’s not
Worth
The confusion
And disillusion
Of this
Sound all
Around-

If you listen
To your
Thoughts,
And start
To wonder
Who taught
You to only
Hear
What’s so
Far
From the
Ear-

It’s the
Turning around
Of every vowel
And every
Sound
That creates
Not the words,
But this
Place -
So absurd

The rushing
Past of
All things
So fast,
That we
Miss the meaning
Of all conceiving-
And not seeing
That the place
That it takes
Us within,
For without
You hear it
‘Shout’-
And again
You turn around
And all
That you
Have found-
Is the silence
Among all that
Screams,
The destroyer
Of
Dreams-
And yes
It did seem,
That what
Sounded so
Loud -
Was in fact
Just the crowd
Of bystanders
Looking on,
At all the time
That has gone-
The unrest
Of every test,
That this
Sound found
All around-

The violence
Confused with
Silence,
The darkness
That blinds
And closes
Over our
Minds-
Until
The stillness
Comes back,
And we realise
It’s that silence
We need,
To be intensely
At ease-
With the sound
Of our own
Heartbeat-
And then
All is
Complete.

Kelly Fagelund-Gjersoe
10 February 2018