Touch of Silence

Touch of Silence When silence whispers, it so often touches the soul. It ruminates like love songs, and its voice resembles the soft chants of slow-moving water as it kisses the jagged faces of rocks. It makes me homesick… And I want to see you with my skin, touch you with my eyes. It makes me want to feel the serene sounds of daylight cascading in the air. And I want to taste the wholeness of this quiet stillness. You could let me linger, perhaps until this soulful canopy of silence embraces me. Then, I want to stroll carefree along the tree-lined streets, camp on the banks of your smile and drink in the beauty of your eyes. Let me relish this silence and rest my head in its gentle warmth. I long to know deeply those soothing melodies of silence, and to bask in their comfort. Let me fall asleep beneath the soft breath of a silent gaze and find time lounging, enjoying the silence. Let me know you, hold you, and watch the dreamy ripples of silence reflecting off your smile. Let me hear you, breathe you and graft images of you on soft canvasses behind my eyes so, I can always see you when the gentle, curious fingers of sunrise touch my face. Let me see you, hear you, wrap you around my heart like down blankets and hold you forever in the palms of my eyes.