Silence

When I’m  all alone and dreamy that’s when I start to hear the silence. 

Not absolute, it never is, but quiet enough to have a think. To shut my eyes and have 40 winks. 

The silence washes over me like a warm mug of tea and I sit in my armchair and just stare and just be.

At that moment I am as one with the earth and have disappeared to a land with no noise or fear a land with no tears.

I feel nothing only that I belong and am part of the silence. Part of something big but alas something short lived