A SONNET OF (SILENCE.)

Silence is the sweetest sound
Fooling our minds to think it’s free
Yet hearts soak through the ebbing sea
In an agonizing, pulsating pound

Scents of the Earth beneath the ground
Leaves through wind whispering its plea
“Our trees are rooted and never free…”
Voices hold captive the silence abound.

Nature’s music is melancholic with pain
Primal and selfish, clouding the day
Silencing minds– in darkness, hearts cry

For wind will batter our souls with rain
And sweet silence will, beyond the fray,
Sound beyond our distant sky.

-Joanna Finella
May 8th 2010