The soul needs words to grow and blossom
In the glory and fullness of love
When it is all quiet,
When the sun is setting over the lake
And the birds, wind and everyone is silent
And the sky is purple
It is so beautiful and blissful
And there, the eyes have a lot to say.
But silence could be horror to life
When someone lands another
In a vortex of silence and agony
And when the eyes begin to run out of words,
Solitude is then given the biggest of all smiles
And life begins to shrink and feel
Like a morning of pale spring
Still clinging to the waters of chill.
More poisonous to the soul
Than words that walk the night.
And even trees nearer to the lake are bare
So they doubt their proximity to it.