For my two friends Mary Macharia and Uma Venkatraman-
knowledge
of anger past sits
within the icy freeze
of this silence admitting none
but you.
Silence
Is an image
of true innocence and
purity, a tincture of God’s
wisdom
Silence
is a still wind
bearing the impression,
The image of your soft features,
warm touch
Silence
Is a flower
It is a dream of life,
A creation that bares your soul
For all
Murmur
voices in the
wind, leaves in the breeze and
the rustling of the animals
at night
Murmur
lovers gliding
along the sidewalk, the
soft breathing of the babe in the
cradle
Murmur
the cold water
through the stones in the brook,
the earth in the light of morning
reborn
silence
some believe it
is the way but it may
also be dark water whispers
the poet
perhaps
it was indeed
you I fell so deeply
in love with that green and chirping
morning
perhaps
it cannot be
but then perhaps it can
the distance between is only
a thought
sunrise
pray capture the
instant dark becomes light?
Or maybe the moment you fall
in love.
sunrise
comes in silence
waking the birds to sing
and the cicada to chatter
new day