Hearing Silence |
| by Trisha Taylor |
As the interphased day and night
Leaves the sky aglow with residual light,
My hungry eyes take in the feast
That tells me most, by saying least.
A silent scene can stir the heart
With more power than mere words impart,
And leave you breathless, standing still-
Held captive by your own free will.
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