On Silence Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

A void of silence,
Bereft of troubles all,
Where angels dare not transpire,
Where none's astir in utter self-denial,
Where drift to nowhere forsaken islands,
These sluggish thoughts to their fulfilments crawl.

Almighty silence,
A visitation ever blessed,
A still, a spell, a swoon, a perfect quiet,
For wit a most nourishing of diets,
A temple holy staid on airy pylons,
A boon of fate with…….impressed.