The Sound of Silence

I knew my father, He was silence, existent.., but yet, not so; a still, quiet, emptiness, like darkness, or mulling the unknown. Who were you? I knew you as the emotion that silence sings, as a soulful indifference, to crown your prince, a hollow king. I knew you, as a yearning, flameless burning, I so sought to quench, as scarless wounds, so deeply entrenched. I knew you.., silence. Silence sings, no wings to fly, Silence sings, no tears to cry, Silence sings, no heart to break, memories or home to make. Silence is neither truth, nor lie Silence neither does, nor dies. Yet, silence sings the weight you bare, when your father’s love, is rarely there... I knew my father.., and though his glimmer is well beyond dim, as in life, now death, just Shhhhhh..., that’s him….., Silence…