I am here
and you are
where
I am lost
in an ocean
of your
silence
reaching for a
lifeboat
of your words
but
wind speaks waves
that crash
over me
listening
cloud cover
only
beyond my sea
your island
of words
I
float
in
silence
I am here
and you are
where
I am lost
in an ocean
of your
silence
reaching for a
lifeboat
of your words
but
wind speaks waves
that crash
over me
listening
cloud cover
only
beyond my sea
your island
of words
I
float
in
silence
Talking to the Clouds 
Feeling I had so many years ago…your poem reminded me of those days/
Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
Oh, I just loved this!
Thank you very much!
Such a beautiful piece! Great job
Thanks so much!
The photo is compelling and then the words roll in….wonderful
You are always so kind with your comments. Thank you 🙂
the ocean of your silence, how profound! wonderful, Sarah!
Thank you!
I always think the person who remains silent is actually thinking many things, which you can pick up on if you tune your dial to hear the static. In my experience, the person who “needs” to talk “should” be grateful for the silence, since when *I’ve* been silent it’s not to ‘hurt’ someone but to find my own thoughts, and to rage in my own way… communication is not the answer at times like that. Not unless you *like* inchoate yelling.