Silence

Silence carries within it a loud voice, firm yet soothing
It whispers into the echo faints of your name.

Silence shadows an old sculptor, hands hard and dry
He molds from chaos the shape of your smile.

Silence grows a blooming flower, both petal and pistil
They breeze about the sweetness of your breath.

Silence burns within it a comforting warmth, assuring and familiar
Warming the vacuum with the candescence of your skin.

Silence totes within it all these things as one, a vacant void
Cold and lonely, confused and lost
Until touched by you.