Silences
To walk together
Hand in hand
Once again
In the garden...
Silence becomes so much more -
Filled with meaning
That will never be put
Into even the most perfect words.
Silence is a golden apple -
And with the delicious bite
Of forbidden fruit,
The silences were filled
With nothingness and meaningless words.
Words and letters decay
With time
And we find nothing to say to each other.
When death takes me
to that perfect place -
May you be there -
May you walk with me
Hand in hand
Once again
In the garden.
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