and then...gone...it was much ado...

"Your silence most offends me,"
Will and his way with words,
words describing so accurately their lack.

Someday you will not stop talking,
words tumble out of your mouth,
running away, carrying me on a stream of your imagination.

That will be the "you" you,
not this false shell of you,
and you and I will swim in our imagination.

Swept away in the conversation,
that will last until you are no longer "you",
neither am I, "I".

I dive into the vast ocean,
not this dual river,
in conversation with the fishes.

Into the silence,
underwater you will not hear me say,
"Your silence most offends me..."



(Quote curtesy of Mr. Will Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing)