In a moment of silence
was the stir of poetry
wind whipping the tides
as jocund lovers
tugging at the soul
testing its resolve
as if to test fate
a thing unseen, nor heard
the bird spreads it wings
in search of shore—home
a temporary place
where words like birds
perched in wait—hope
for the ear that will listen
to them sing
before the wind
carry them back
to sea…

once more the silence
in truth and fidelity
comes as a sound love