Your Silence.

Your silence is like the sea

in a hot autumn night

it neither sings nor cry

nor does it bear any rancour

but plays the harp of the shining moon

looking down upon a broken miror

longing for reflection.

Your absence is like the winter

that cools the madness of the summer heat

but for the body and the soul

burning like wild fire

or like the lonely sojourner

yearming for the warmth of a cottage

amid the snow wearing thick and heavy clothes

to keep warm.

Alfred Grech

22/03/2020