Whispers Of Silence. Poem by Hikaru Etanaru

Quietly the mellow wind blows,
Silently it comes, silently it goes,
With no tales to solemnly impart,
As silently it came, shall it depart.

The chillin' embrace that never holds,
Like a dream full of sorrow it unfolds,
Yet no words are uttered in conceit,
Neither are lies, betrayal or deceit.

It shall offer neither comfort nor pain
It shall care for neither fortune or fame
Sometimes, cold as the winter gale
Sometimes as merry as a spring-ful tale

When silence has all but passed
And sound is finally heard at last
The spring full gale has flown away
The spring full gale shall never stay

-Jester of disgust