on silence

 

                                                        On Silence-

It preys on my mind
aching through the cracks,
despite the tv
blaring in my ear
or children
laughing,screaming,playing
next to me.

At once forbidden,
yet excruciatingly sweet.
It waits.
In the dregs of the
bottom of the bottle,
in the exhalation of smoke
and soft ashes
(scattered)
by the breeze of gods breath.


It is always there
with the thoughts
I cant seem to drown.
The thoughts that send me crawling
towards the womb of inspiration
crawling over my wounds,
towards the manna
of truth;

So bittersweet...
And it is here!
In this silence!
Where I come to heal.
Always back to this
silence aching, preying,
(praying!)
on my being.
Where I am at once,
hurt,
restored,
torn,
re calibrated-


It aches there,
on the only edge of thought
Im afraid to touch.