In the realm of whispers, hush'd and still,
Where words retreat, and hearts distill,
Lies the poetry of silence, untold,
A tapestry of secrets, yet to unfold.
Soft as twilight's gentle embrace,
A language woven, no sound to chase,
It speaks of moments, too profound,
For eloquence in words to be found.
In nature's arms, it finds its place,
Amongst the trees, and stars' embrace,
For silence whispers in the breeze,
And dances on the restless seas.
In the quietude of falling snow,
When world stands still in icy glow,
It paints a portrait, pure and white,
Of serenity on winter's night.
Within the depths of thoughtful minds,
Silence kindles dreams of all kinds,
For in the silence, ideas soar,
And creativity finds its core.
In love's sweet gaze, it finds a way,
To bridge the gaps words can't convey,
In tender touch and knowing glance,
It weaves a tale of true romance.
Through trials faced, in darkest hour,
Silence wields its healing power,
It offers solace, like a balm,
When hearts are broken, tired, and calm.
But silence isn't an empty void,
In its embrace, new truths are buoyed,
It's a canvas, waiting to be filled,
With hopes, with fears, with dreams instilled.
So, let us not fear the quiet air,
For in the silence, we're laid bare,
And through its depths, we may find grace,
To understand life's sacred pace.
