Through the forest,
silence wavers like steam raising from turf
on a hot day.
The cool morning stirs the leaves,
the silence crackles,
no shouts or screams shatter it.
A glass vase teetering, but not
falling.
A barrier,
a divider,
a door,
a fence.
Silence
Never breaks,
only totters on the surface of
shattering.
I don't want this silence to break.
It's too perfect.
I thought I needed more, but
this is enough.
Quiet.
Oxygen for my brain to think,
space for my heart to open up,
the best medicine for me.
I want to be here forever,
lose myself in this feeling of utter
Abandon.
I want to bottle this moment, seal it up,
cork it in a bottle, so when it becomes too
loud, and scary,
I can remember this time when I was so happy,
and it was so perfect.
I want to forget where I will be, and remember where I am,
and how warm the sun feels trickling
through the leaves, and
how soft the earth feels
beneath my bare toes,
and how perfect the silence feels
washing over my body, and soothing the wounds.