When it is silent
Then we look upon
The broad backs of
Wiser words
Which we ignored
In the rush of noise
When it is silent
We allow ourselves
Freedom to be honest
About our thoughts of others,
But mostly
Of ourselves
When it is silent
We stop moving,
Parting the tall reeds
We dare to dream
Pushing them with each breath
Beyond our skin
When it is silent
We either live or die
As the night flows on
Past the blooming of ourselves
To spawn
The flowers of tomorrow
Janet~
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