The Shape of Silence

In the stillness between breaths, where moments reside,
Silence shapes the air, a quiet, gentle tide.
It cradles our thoughts, a soft, velvet shroud,
A canvas for feelings, both whispered and loud.

It hums in the spaces where words dare not tread,
A heartbeat of longing, a truth left unsaid.
In the pause of a glance, in the weight of a sigh,
Silence speaks volumes, where echoes can fly.

It dances in shadows, a flicker of light,
A language unspoken, profound in its might.
In the lull of a meeting, its presence is known,
Like a warm, tender blanket, it wraps us in tone.

As voices grow weary, and tensions unwind,
Silence becomes an embrace, gently unkind.
It holds the unspoken, the fears and the dreams,
A reservoir brimming with unvoiced themes.

In love’s tender moments, it swells like the sea,
A sanctuary found in the absence of plea.
For in the shape of silence, we gather our grace,
Finding comfort in stillness, in this sacred space.

So let us not fear it, this quiet refrain,
For silence can soothe, can heal every pain.
In the rhythm of hearts, in the hush of the night,
The shape of silence reveals our true light.