Silence

Her presence is so prevalent
that I always feel her in me.
But she stays quiet and silent
without responding to my plea.

Silence is not always silent;
I hear my pain as a loud shout.
It is at times fearful and violent-
that I wish I just stay out.

The longer she remains quiet,
the louder is the echo I hear-
all thru' the day and the night,
piercing my heart like a spear.

I yearn for the accident of her music,
to knock out my agony with her tune.
I hope her voice touches me like a magic;
turning my darkness into a bright fortune.

I know that day is soon imminent
when she creeps in with her gait.
Her song is so charming and fluent
that it is worth the long holy wait.