lull before the storms.
Silence shares comfort in Space,
increases distance between ace, race.
In death, it suddenly fills the air,
giving way to faith-monologue pair.
Unanswered questions hang around,
bringing uncertain signs to surrounds.
Latching on to any thread of hope,
silence heaps, creeps, makes you mope.
While it churns, you grew anew;
awake with sun rising, moon too.
Listening past noise of other and self,
gently glides off life’s dynamic shelf.
Hugs!!! It’s just a matter of time…