The Song Without Sound

Where silence becomes its own song and the unsaid finally learns to breathe.

Have you, I wonder, felt the hush ~
that comes before the breaking rain?
A stillness dressed in tender rush,
where sorrow hums but won’t explain.

Have you ever heard forgiveness sing ~
not in words but in the wind?
It trembles soft on feathered wing ~
and lands where ache has been.

Have you watched a shadow gleam ~
when love outgrows its form?
It flickers like a half~lit dream,
a whisper learning to be warm.

Some truths refuse a name to stay ~
too wild, too near, too kind.
They echo through the dark that way ~
unspoken, but defined.