There is silence and there is silence

of absence.  Silence that is silent

has no weight.  It is brother or sister

to peace.  It is the silence

of a rose or an ocean of poppies.

It is the substance of a dream

without bounds.  It is infinite

trust.  It is true

love for another… in a silence of absence

I would be wanting and scared.

I would be empty.  I would be an echo

or a shadow in which to roam.  In a silence

of absence I’d be

alone.