I trust it like an old friend <br />Silence which has <br />come to sit with me, <br />wrapping its arms around me <br /> <br />it hides every utterance <br />of thought <br />smothers every spoken <br />syllable <br />and it grows on me, over me <br />while I chant soundless prayers <br />inside <br /> <br />and so it prospers, <br />the relationship between <br />Silence and me <br />my tongue becomes <br />an obsolete limb, <br />heavy with the songs <br />which are now unsung… <br />heavy in my mouth <br />heavy in my heart… <br /> <br />and my smug friend <br />moves closer yet <br />even closer still <br />for communion with my soul <br /> <br />as it’s cold out tonight <br /> <br />so cold…<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sans-bruit/
