silence

silence.
yes oxymoronically deafening
but as the sun slips behind the trees
i will not cry until morning
but life my head to His Northern Lights
for guidance. and to the moon--for there,
i'll be seeing you.
even in the--
and in defiance of the--
silence.
(and the ripples widen and shrink)
(as we stand on the brink)
silence.