Silence...A soul's poetry

Amidst the chirping of birds

And chatter of words,

Some sounds remain unheard,

At times it is a heartbeat,

Words clash in a frantic dance,

Ears rush to catch,

To hear, to react

To hear, to respond

To hear to judge

A word of caution,

A word of confusion,

Its not always the “I” “my “or “me”

It might be others “I”

That tends to hush lingers softly

A breathe ,a pause ,a sacred  space,

To be “Silent”

“A soul’s poetry”