the strength of silence.

silence is like a cool touch
that wraps around your wrists
and strangles your thoughts
until there is nothing but
the weakest left.

and you cannot leave those thoughts alone
even though
the quiet is long gone.

the seeds of question were born
when there was nothing left for
your mind to yearn.
and that weak wonder
that crept upon you when
you were in a state of dream,
beckons from the quiet
wanting more.

silence is like a cool touch
that makes the weakest thought
all so warm.