Silences

Silences Down the halls, walking among the walls of silence, mine and Of, and wonder?, should I speak in words of thunder, shatter the empty spaces of either, or quietly refrain and do neither, display nothing of what lies behind those empty spaces - by kind? Winds so silent, scream, on their way down the hallways of my brain, tearing to shreds, what is left of the curtains that hide emotions. Hide from those seekers of the soul, who might care to know what it is that protects the weakened spirit. A spirit that waits for a sound so soft, so pure, so innocent, it enlightens, lightens the beating heart so heavy with sadness, creating depressions that are but gigantic holes in the life of what is left of a living being. An organism - reaching beyond, beyond it's single celled existence, beyond it;s sterile, four cornered room - am I, reaching out, trying to be more then the nucleus of a protozoan, I am becoming, more then the vapours of Saint Elmo's fire, reaching out for warmth, passion, compassion. B. J. "A" 2 December 24th 2010