Sweet Silence

The overwhelming noise of the world lands on hardened ears that have learned to ignore, tune out, and selectively seek out the tones that are pleasing and bring solace to their tired drums Like the sweet silence of the night, the chirping of a lone cricket in the night, the low croaking of the bullfrog, a coyote's drawn out howl across the night sky Sweet silence fills the air soothes the soul giving it time to recover from the harsh discords that fill the day easing the fears that well up inside and threaten to wipe out my identity Silence is a sweet surrender, to the longing inside to be free, wild as the hummingbird on the breeze.