A heart conceives
What is right
When all it hears
Is the sound of the breeze.
When no human throat
Utters a word,
That is when it finds
The peace it desires.
I dare describe life
As chaotic as a sand storm.
Yet Silence never cease
To work it’s cure.
The world is at peace
When voices are unheard,
The sacred moments when
A man heeds to his heart.
To the voice that cries
Constantly in depths
Of his wavering heart.
In this world so in disorder,
What is rare is precious
And name it silence! ! !
In the end, a man
In his lifetime
Realizes how essential
Silence has come to exist.
All my lips could utter is
Hush! ! ! For a moment.
For Silence is beautiful! ! !