Clashing In Silence Poem by MARIE FRANCIS

I sat pondering on all.. But, nothing

Truly understanding the stillness of the wind,
In my silent pretense
..of sight that saw nothing for nothing and all value for something

While, reality ran a thread of thought that triggered energy to massage my mind.

I saw you...

Hidden, as a silhouette behind a fear
that walked the earth for centuries on end...
You...
'The you' who existed even before nothing existed...

You...
Forced into my space for a quiet moment with my spirit
How enchanting this experience.
Never to be told.

You... are precious to the steps that marked life

In my, stare. You exist.
In my stare as, I sit.
And you question.

You are. The mark on the wall, as I sat still
Observing nothing but everything'

Hearing all your words but, none.
For you spoke in a frequency
An utterance so sweet,
It left a taste on my tongue.

Sitting here in a space called me.
You found me and embraced me.

In and out reality.