| In her silences she does speak saying naught for good or ill few hints to guide my heart but silence lays not still. |
| I fight with the daemons borne of my childhood so empty of heart my fears ripen in this darkness each fighting to play a part.
She knows not what she tells me when she holds her voice within thinking I'm hearing her approval yet reminding me of my sin. |
I fight with the daemons borne of my childhood so empty of heart my fears feast on this darkness each fighting to play a part.
She knows not what she tells me when she holds her voice within thinking I'm hearing her approval I hear reminders that I've sinned. |
| Others seem to hear rejoicing in silences their mate projects hearing yes, oh yes and thank you dear never to think of their rejects.
We each hear different things in the silences from those held dear measur'd lessons we have learned our expections to be seen clear. _ } Silences, especially long ones, will reflect where we've been in our lives, reflecting our mindset, attitudes, strengths and weaknesses. For those who have enough hope and confidence the silences are populated with the implied sounds of assent. |
| For others, whose hopes lay shattered, these silences become a stage to be peopled with our darkest fears. | For others who lack differentiation and so look to their mate for hints towards their own identity, these silences provide a stage we people with our darkest fears. |
| We each hear something different in the silences of our beloved, ranging from the sighs of happiness to the growl of scorn ...
... but in silence it is for the listener to choose. What do you hear?
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