Silence

With stockings filled

And sugar dreams dancing about

In my children's heads

I walk the house

And listen to the silence

Of anticipation

Silence has its distinct moods

And is as multi-faceted as sound

The hush on Christmas Eve

The reverent tranquility during prayer

The oppressive mute hum of heat on a still August day

The silent communion of an aged couple

The ghostly pallor over a loved one's deathbed

Each distinct

Each unique

In a world of incessant phonic glitz and verbal droning

I long for more

Silence