Island of Silence

Island of Silence

A clear quiet is all this sky seething with blue. This is one place not known, but perhaps not always. The waves caress the golden sand, and whisper softly upon it.

No calls to voices, no footfall sounds, because here all that's left is the ocean's throat. Still now and very solemnly graceful trees, guardians of this tranquil space.

Time floats very slowly and has no clouds in high That's how all moments pass-in-each one dies but; the universe softened and gray for the outside, blossoms silence here.

Haven of sea and rock, where hearts rest and souls atone. Silent island vast, deep, cradle for the weary.