Silence

I dare not utter the words

For they may one day return to haunt me.

Silence is such a valuable virtue

And so, it shall remain.

I listened for a moment or two.

I am always listening.

Endlessly searching for meaning in unspoken words

As they radiate from the bodies of the unwilling.

Theirs is storybook written in the sand,

Its survival relying solely on the moon.

For when it rises

So does the unexpected.

Silence.

Hidden desires and simple expectations.

Broken truths

Seen only through honest eyes

Yet written with dirty hands-