Silence
Have your heard the echoing silence
When sound has been caught and expelled
As it ricochets round in your hearing
As pure as the sound of a bell
Have you seen the deafening darkness
When sun and moon disappear
Behind thunderous clouds of black mourning
Yet lighting up terror and fear
Have you touched in that darkness at nothing
And felt at its substantial void
Examined it texture and fineness
And wished that it could be destroyed
Be not frightened of silence and darkness
And in nothing there's nothing to harm
For these are their opposites resting
And each has its very own charm
© 1998 Chris Hill