Still In Heart Poem by David Taylor

As we sit silent in our minds,
sit silent in our homes,
only the passing traffic tells
of a life that rushing onwards goes.
And all comes from distant silence
and into distance flows,
as we sit silent in our minds,
sit silent in our homes.

Silently watching all this flowing
as it passes, comes and goes,
home is where the heart is
as we sit silent in our homes.
In heart is found that silence
from where life comes rushing onwards
and where it always goes.