The Silences Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The silences come and go,
they are like the summer's glow:
a cloud in sky
drifting goodbye,
- away from my sight quite slow.

Like a day that comes and goes,
yesterday's intermezzos,
night's lullaby;
how the hours fly
- till they are moments memos.

The silences in our heart,
with feelings inside rampart;
come easily
and feel breezily,
- when again they go apart

Like a day in moment's bliss,
or the breeze the minutes kiss;
as we are here:
silent to share,
- until we those moments miss.

A day, a thought, and then gone
to time's silences to carry on.
What we once heard:
a spoken word,
- an intermede liaison.