In moments of sheer quietness you arrive,
To perhaps torture, taunt, tempt or bother.
A ramble of inner thoughts familiar to you,
Depressing and oppressing all directions.
In time, applying sensibility before actions,
Disappointments react with such great haste.
Apologies follow through the usual aftermath,
With dumbness a foolhardy notion can blind.
Simply in the peacefulness of your presence,
You can enamour, reward and bring pleasure.
Motivating mulled-over whys and wherefores,
Decisions contemplated in the midst of silence.
Your impact is pure treasure when love arrives,
Hushed eyes of seeing and hearts of sensing it.
Special moments per silentium and togetherness,
In stillness your visitation is both loved and loathed.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/02/2015
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Silence.’