Silence

The words of an enemy not give so much pain As the silence of someone special has slain. Nothing grows in noise, I know, Nor God is found in much ado. In silence only, a truly human soul is touched, And in restlessness, only frustration is clutched. Silence in itself is a great art of eloquence That speaks of a wise man’s intelligence. Most oft pensive thoughts surround the soul That looks for a few loving words To heel the wounds of all nerds Rather than a thousand people’s applause. The thought that silence speaks consent Pats a foolish heart to a great extent. Precious treasures are kept in safe, silently sealed, Become worthless, losing their value if so revealed.