is it really?

And To Love
by d. steine


Only silence is enough
To speak of the beauty
Of Love’s birth,
Of how its infant cries
Defy time space and chance
That angels and beasts,
Bees, leaves and trees
Strain through the screams
To listen to its every whimper that,
When joined together,
Spawns a sonata the world
Will hear unlike any other.

Even gods would pause, and breathe
And as if the sole bonfire
At the height of winter’s fury,
Many are drawn together,
Many would gaze at the stars
Amidst its ocean of silence
And the same many would find
Their chilled blood infused
With more than just warmth.

Only silence is enough
Only in silence while comets chart their maps
Only in silence when paintbrushes
Are held still in space,
Only in silence where the poet would gaze,
Close his eyes, breathe,
And write once again.