sonnet for silence

 there is a silence deeper than the depths

of sweetest song, or intellect, or wit;

that travels broader than the broadest breadths,

that conquers din, and causes fires be lit

 

within the breast of man, and there, begin,

the wonder of all wonders; first, the smile,

the smoothing of the brows, and next, the grin

of someone lost in thought, third comes the trial

 

of voicing that unvoiced until success

is gained, then follows little steps, and last,

the culmination at the final test,

when silence breaks itself to slay the past.

 

that is the silence shrouding you like mist,

and i’m the knight enchanted by this bliss.