Silence

Along the golden horizon
phantom clouds
skirt the waves,
as the ocean rolls
towards me.

I spy a touch
of heaven,
forgotten long ago.

Silence

once foreboding
now a splash of lemon
on a summer morning,
profoundly proud
as only an ageless entity
can be.

I once sought
sanctuary within
its hallow halls;
seeking the part of me
I hide from myself.

But all I
discovered was
silence echoing silence.

Waves wave
to the horizon
I sail on...

no sound found
no sound sought.

With finality, I
realize
I am...silence.