silence speaks (Alexandra)

I am grateful for the silence
as it tells me things, secret things
from within myself that the noise
and clutter of life obscures.

the silence speaks with a whisper,
a word, slipped between light and air.
I can feel your eyes upon me,
but I am still within myself, listening.

I can taste the sky and feel the sand
beneath my feet, wet and hot, but firm
to my tread. and I am listening
to the most important voice as silence speaks.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

To my new muse, Alexandra.