There comes a time for silence
As a backdrop to our being
Not encrusted with what we mean
Or how we want to be taken -
Just to give each other acceptance.
It's not to be earned -
Give it away so it can come back.
Something soft feels the hardness
it cries in the dark
it's just a child
We must melt the darkness
Show the child we care
in silence beyond words.
Pater, mater make the equator
Where the halves meet
Where the winds are made.
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