The line we once drew around the world.

Silence is tricky to comprehend 

It starts as a bone chilling cold

Covering your vast emotions

With a serene dagger-like cloak 

That you wore when you last spoke 

Of tragedies occurring on your watch

Like a parasite 

It burrows beneath your skin

Creating a wasteland of greed,

You can never come back to

Horizons of wilted flowers, once blossomed

Juxtaposed with rumored homecomings 

Echoed with every silent scream, 

Divulging layers and pedals that clung to the hollowed grey sky 

Faintly showering you with unexpected calmness 

But when that silence returns 

Like a familiar hand understanding familiar structure 

It will be a truly beautiful moment 

Warming the air 

Grasping you with an eternal song 

That sings of a ballad 

With the tenderness of the one it was written by