We sit silent, cold and alone,
We sit resting, hard as stone,
The silence breaks, the summer heat,
As silence keeps us, from our sleep.
Choking the warmth, from a peaceful eve,
Silent and cold, we weep we grieve,
The silence is deafening, it hurts our hearts,
The silence weaves, a work of art,
It flows ever graceful, to be broken, shattered,
As if the silence ever mattered.
Enjoy the silence, while it lasts,
Let it weave around our hearts,
And when it ends, and comes to peace,
We leave the silence and our grief.
When someone dies....
....A new life begins