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.