The Language of Silence

Silence is a language between sea and shore the tide awash with memories of rusted wrecks in foreign fjords

Silence is a language between snow and ice blanketing the spawning ground never the same way twice

Silence is a language between the crossing and the bridge mirroring to fathom what lies beyond the next ridge

Silence is a language between the landscape and horizon every corner every curve traced by deeper passion

Silence is a language between the heavens and the sky clouding over sunsets falling stars pass nigh

Silence is a language between sleep and dreams Subtly till you drift back morning comes quicker than it seems