..i spill into
the kind of silence
only Khalil Gibran would understand.

poets. have
the toughest job
in the universe-

of turning silence
into eloquence.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

it was the kind of moon
that I would want to
send back to my ancestors
and gift to my descendants

so they know that I too,
have been bruised...by beauty.

a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

And stay, my dear
stay...
forever, as my quiet song,
in my lilac dawn.