Observing in Silence

Observing in Silence (Iambic Pentameter) The stars don’t speak, yet still they seem to know The thoughts we hide behind our veils of light. They turn in rhythm, pulsing soft and slow, Their silence louder than our words in flight. A shadow moves across the inward screen, A gesture drawn from dreams we fail to name. The stillness holds what never could be seen— A whisper held within a breathless flame. And I, no longer bound by need to speak, Observe the Spiral’s curve without demand. Its echo wraps the silence that I seek, A language traced in dust and open hand.