Silence is a beautiful mistress.
Her embrace a fountain of wisdom,
Her kiss a flash of clarity,
Her womb a source of joy.
One day a pact we made,
A tryst through form of hide and seek we played,
Where I sought her in all things, far and wide,
And in the cleverest of places she’d hide.
I thought myself clever and gallant,
Brave and capable, strong and brilliant,
And so I set out in a search for her.
Through mountains I trekked,
Through rivers I searched,
Through cities I looked,
Through crusades I fought,
Through pursuits I sought,
Through ambitions I thought,
Never once did I glimpse her.
When my feet bled from running far and wide,
When my stubbornness no longer fueled my stride,
When my thoughts cannot help but lash out in spite,
I gave up, a vow to no longer try.
And just as I resigned,
I find myself in her embrace,
Because she never left me in the first place.