this, which i dare not name <br />hopelessly out of my reach <br />mocks me with visions of what i can't have <br /> <br />this, which i must not name <br />occasionally grants me glimpses of possibilities <br />only to let me know what i'm missing <br /> <br />this, which i will not name <br />draws me closer to its center <br />yet stops me from reaching it completely <br /> <br />this, which i need not name <br />embraces me with its serenity <br />giving me peace and joy and acceptance <br /> <br />this, is our silence.<br /><br />Cia Frizzell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-84/
