Silence Sound Poem by Champaben Mistry

We sat and found a little space just to be,
Where the summers sun warms us still,
The berries of winter's tang, sharp.
Biting cold.

The stones fallen,
The biting wind, a cold embrace.
The day long and beautiful,
Where people wait, in their silent youth.

The sound of song,
Echos safely in my heart.
Where the laughter captured,
A summers nectar, all my own with enough to go around.

The peace and tranquility,
The laughter resonates still.
I am safe in the growing of my maturity,
I am moving, beyond that which is known to man.


(01/02/08, UK)