Silent Conversations

"On a lexical basis,

Silence is the absence of sound."

We used to talk in the shadows,
With the telepathy of the night,

Breathing words that have no sounds,
Whispering alphabets without phonetics.

And often we were serenaded by
Humming fireflies, lamenting woods;

A small orchestra whose first song played
Always drives me into killing you,

However, their next song would
Allow me to endure another

Moment like this:
Echoes speaking for

The voice glands we’ve muted.
Moon seeing for the eyes

We’ve kept shut like
The windows at your house.

That we never spoke and just felt
Each other out, letting ourselves

Drown in the abundance of silence,
We did not realize that we took

That step forward and have gone
Distant paths apart,

At the same time,

We sat under a starlit eve

Together.


(August 14, 2006)