The Sound of Silence

I walk around the house aimlessly,

listening to the sound of silence;

Gone are the squabbles and the small fights

Gone are the long waits on a dark night

when I prayed, for you to be safe.

I walk through the empty space

gathering the whispers of the dry leaves

and put them in an empty sack

People around say

There goes the crazy woman

There goes the crazy woman … they say

She is putting nothing into an empty bag

But I move on

On a path unknown

A journey with no end

I walk on

carrying my empty sac

picking up twigs and leaves

and hope that someday

someday

I will hear the sound of silence again

Waves and the Shore