I trust it like an old friend
Silence which has
come to sit with me,
wrapping its arms around me

it hides every utterance
of thought
smothers every spoken
syllable
and it grows on me, over me
while I chant soundless prayers
inside

and so it prospers,
the relationship between
Silence and me
my tongue becomes
an obsolete limb,
heavy with the songs
which are now unsung…
heavy in my mouth
heavy in my heart…

and my smug friend
moves closer yet
even closer still
for communion with my soul

as it’s cold out tonight

so cold…

YURI DURAAN

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