I long for Silence

I long for Silence

Silence is my Mistress.
My tears belong to Her.
My whimpers are what make that Siren shudder.
There is great reason to fear Her beauty.
For of which, I am sworn to never unveil.
Notwithstanding, it is She into whom I am driven.
Solace is what I find.
Escape is what I achieve.
Timeless is that unnoticed interruption.
Gentle yet Dominating, Kind yet Cold
She emcompasses all Knowledge.
In Her depths, is where the profound is discovered.
Silence is the Mother of Revelation.
None rule over her, except the Word, the Question, and the Answer.

ps: I just put this together over a year ago and then spent 10 more minutes on it.

I was fully intending to kill myself while I was writing it...I'm contemplating a similar sentiment right now.

I was not inspired by anything...except the absence of anything inspiring...except perhaps the Wind...and a special girl named Dawn.