I have walked with you on winding roads,
lined in green and red and gold;
and we've seen barren trees, stretch their lonely arms towards the stars

are you not, a maze of thoughts and feelings?

I've seen with you the seasons turn from life to death,
the sun's last rays, straining to remain,
the flowers shed their pride and gently weep

are you not as poignant as a tear?

I've seen you numbed and angered by human degradation,
and stung by words
whipped forth, from callous tongues

did you not bleed silence, full of gentle strength?

You are as tender as a snowflake,
as soft as a whisper,
as strong as mountains, mirrored in the glassy lake.

Maybe it's not the words we've shared
that measure our intimate knowledge of each other;
for I have held you close inside my heart.
Your warmth still embers,
deep within my soul.

No words.
No thoughts.
But, oh! a glowing comfort.

I cannot say that I know your life,
nor flatter myself
by saying that you need me to.

You don't.

But I still see your worth.

We remain a part of each other
for we have shared the beauty of
our hearts and minds and souls

are these not more vulnerable, than words?

Silent, you are.

Silence,
is your name.

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