Silence Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world is loud, a hurried sound,
Of voices clashing all around.
Words fly and fall, a busy stream,
Lost in a frantic, waking dream.

But when the last word fades away,
And stillness settles at the day,
A quiet presence starts to bloom,
Dispelling shadows in the room.

It doesn't judge, it doesn't speak,
It simply waits, a comfort meek.
The thoughts that tumble in my head,
The things I haven't dared have said.

It holds them all, a gentle space,
Reflecting back my own true face.
No interruption, no reply,
Just listening beneath the sky.

And in that hush, I find a friend,
On whom my soul can just depend.
When all the noise begins to cease,
Silence brings my heart its peace.