Silence speaks in words we never can,
For the message that is sea borne,
Has a will that is not its own.
Words does the universe witness,
Does a loving heart heed it though?
Lives have been and days will be,
Stories made and in time undone,
Promises made and in time ravaged,
What are we but pebbles in the grind,
A peck of love, a whisper in the wind.
