I like the begnning of the day best. When I first wake, my world, before anyone makes their entrance, is silent. Hopefully, it is very early, before dawn. And I am either alone or the person next to me is still asleep. I don't open my eyes straight away. Instead, I savour the images that rush into my head. And I enjoy the silence.

I’m saying nothing

Silence is the most powerful tool
Wounding by slow suffocation
Any pleasure seeking fool
Its deathly deep blackness
Engulfs even the insensitive few
And leaves unspoken criticism to fester anew

Silence multiplies tenfold over time
And thickens the skin of the gagged
It forms a scab that itches and burns
Depresses the tongue and seals the lips
And then smoulders, ready to burst into flames
As soon as the first explosive circuit trips

Silence jumps the gap between yes and no
Presents false messages and smoke signals flow
Conveys your acceptance of the status quo
It misinforms even the most wondrously wise
Keeps everyone guessing and asking why though
And what do those closed eyes actually know

But silence can heal e’en the saddest of my scars
A squeezed hand, or unspoken offer of a shoulder
Can smooth away the unmentionable pain and fear
Can blow dry the tears before they leak from wet eyes
’Fore they stain my cheeks or I grow any older
’Cos your deep well of silence says all I need to hear

Sometimes, though, it's the snoring that wakes me ...

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