When Silence Speaks

I languish in the cherished sound of winter’s chill and summer’s haze where memories of youth abound when silence speaks of bygone days. I search the seasons long since gone to reminisce another time where memories still linger on when silence speaks in verdant rhyme. Each whisper through the wind redeems those songs that I had sung before, where memories instill my dreams when silence speaks in rhythmic lore. I sojourn through this mired abyss in search of days from yesteryear and as they vanish in the mist, when silence speaks, they reappear. The sounds that once had filled the past, my weary soul forever seeks. Though memories tend not to last they all return when silence speaks.