In Silence::
 
In Silence, thoughts take on meanings
Like cerulean skys over oceans green
Reflections combined, disintegrating
Melting into one entity
 
In Silence thoughts become
Storms blowing in from the east
Gathering speed, blowing fierce
Lightning strikes 
And the heat falls in waves
Wind gusts through leaves
Daytime’s insect buzz breaks
Into rumbles of incandescent sound
 
In Silence thoughts become streets, winding
Narrow, along dusty backroads 
Or widened freeways
Slow, fast, wrecked, Future
Flying by, creeping slowly Past
 
In Silence, thought is dust
Floating, unnoticed
Rest on long unused spaces
Creeps into all places
Silent as the grave
 
In Silence, thoughts are sound
Without vibration
Nonexistent, bound 
By physics, waiting
For voice or movement of
The hand or frown
 
In Silence, thoughts die
Or are reborn into some
Universe, unknown
Even on paper, can
change, mutate 
Splintered by time
 
In Silence, thoughts 
Are as mountains upon
Earth, struggling upward
Only to fall by gravity’s 
Sweet hand
 
Silence knows her thoughts
And keeps them well
Guards her winding, straying words
Watchful mastiffs at the door
Until she sets them free
Or goes to war, and
Is defeated one by one
 
-Kimberly N. Hunt
(c) 1-21-98