Echo of Silence

Echo of Silence In an allegorical abode Where no one has ever been There I abide Staring the solitary beam That paints my heart with happiness Walk resplendently through the quietness Of winds Suddenly, I felt an echo outrun me And as a touch of the cold blade Of an invisible sword I was harried Fear grasped me in the throat With its cold hand In an allegorical abode Where no one has ever been Where Comes The echo Where? Silence had its place in this abode It dwelled in the silence of dusk and dawn You remember that silent night? When a king was born Then I half-spoke And my voice went before me Like a thunderstorm In the barren terrain of an open cosmos Asking, who is there? Who are you? What? I’m alone, murmured my heart Who must have induced such echo? That fretted my tranquil nerves Asked my lead mind And sequel to the perfect silence That answered my questions Then I realized It was an echo of silence S I L E N C E That had its place in the abode