Silence Is Silent Poem by Michael Becker

Is this silence found in a heart that beats no more?
Or is it placed within a dream without an encore?
Is this silence revealed for us in the depths below?
Or is it quietly lamenting high upon a plateau?
With seraphic taste, silence reveals the flesh with a texture undefined.
Embodied meltdown to commence fusion with the conscious mind.
Is this silence contained within our history?
This silence has breathed a recorded message of its mystery.
Where is silence if this hush is not found?
Silence has traveled the world only to circle round.
An exhaustive search of the quest so dear.
Silence is in waiting being touched by our souls.
An academic time for this secret to appear.
Truth an adversary find yourself lose control.
Silence is but a consequence not far away.
Silence is waiting to snuff out any further delay.
Silence is flowing as our spiritual bouquet.
Silence is silent every single solitary day.