The Celebration Of Silence

Muted by light-years of separation,

Rewarded by long walks along a desolate isle,

All alone with a long trailing shadow of a

Dragging Hope:

Hope, as it never leaves your soul-

Hope, that you had never mistaken those unuttered words;

Hope, that I have not read the silent messages,

from the boundless depth of your eyes, wrongly.

And a hope, that you hear me again.

Hear me, when only the heart is ready to say,

And a heart is ready to hear.

Hear, when we know that,

We hear only what We know.

Hear, when We do not belong to each other-

In the bond of belongingness.

The bond that goes beyond -

Bounds of eternity.