Silence Is...

pasture lands smothered in snow

the thing we share before you go

golden on an old & hallowed ground

a long and lonely peaceful sound.

Silence is...

when the cannons are finally hushed

when a baby's cries are finally shushed

morning's icy glitter on a winter stream

what you hear when I want to scream.

Silence is...

the grief for people gone before

what happens after the slamming door

when you say goodbye and board the plane

when you go, and I remain.

©Christina 3-4-03

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