Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


today i say thank you for the silence


thank you for the silence
when you tap my shoulder without saying a word
that was all that i need

thank you for the smile
without uttering any word that smile has spoken more than
what i need for the day
when i finally hit the rocks at the bottom

thank you for the company
it was more than the flowers and the money and the food
even for that short moment
way beyond my longer days of sorrow
you have given me comfort

now, in my solitude, i need more of the silence
thank you, you also know how to leave me
always at the right time
when silence becomes so precious
when we call it
golden

Submitted: Thursday, August 14, 2008

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