In the Silence of Answers

By Bunguswa Brian

I.

Silence—

A still pond, rippling beneath unseen winds.

Whispers weave into the tapestry of dusk,

Ancient echoes threading the void,

Where words falter, the truth finds breath.

In the absence of sound,

A chorus of meanings waits.

II.

Darkness carries it softly,

A muted breeze brushing your thoughts.

The quiet holds mirrors,

Reflecting what lips dare not speak.

Empty, you think, but no—

It cradles secrets like a mother holds her child,

Eyes closed, but seeing everything.

III.

There’s a rhythm beneath the hush,

The pulse of unspoken confessions.

Listen—

To the tick-tock of your heartbeat,

A metronome measuring regret and wonder.

In that space where noise cannot follow,

Silence answers with a knowing nod.

IV.

When the world retreats behind its shutters,

Questions dance in shadows.

The void swells with unsaid syllables,

Filling cracks in your doubts.

It hums of forgotten wisdom,

The language of stars unseen by day,

Waiting for eyes brave enough to look.

V.

Beneath the lull of words unsaid,

Lives the truth we flee from.

The winds whisper:

Do you hear now? Do you feel it?

Silence is the teacher,

Unwrapping the gifts we dare not ask for,

Wrapped in shadows of our fears.

VI.

A quiet meadow blooms with answers,

Where loud feet refuse to tread.

Pause,

Let the hush drape over you like mist.

You'll find the silence is a mirror,

Reflecting what your voice could never name,

Yet your soul has always known.

VII.

Silence isn't empty.

It’s the book between words,

The breath before revelation,

A cathedral for thoughts seeking sanctuary.

It holds everything we’ve lost,

And everything we’re yet to find—

If only we dare to listen.