Hold your breath...

Silence speaks words with no sound.
Silence is afraid of the dark and
does not move in a vacuum.
Silence cannot see a hand's breadth
ahead of the echo of its nose.

Silence tiptoes on the edge of dawn,
whispering secrets to the morning dew.
It dances with shadows in the twilight
and hides in the folds of the night.
Silence speaks words with no sound.

Silence listens to the rustling leaves,
hearing stories of the ancient trees.
Silence speaks words without sound.
It lingers in the pause of a heartbeat and
breathes in the spaces between words.

Silence wraps itself in the mist,
floating gently over still waters.
Silence speaks words with no sound.
It weaves through the cracks of old walls
and settles softly on forgotten dreams.

Silence holds the weight of the stars.
Cradling the universe in its embrace.
It echoes through the corridors of time
and sings the songs of the unseen.
Silence speaks words with no sound.