your arms form a barrier, blocking out all sound,
all thoughts,

there is nothing but you.

you.

you are the only thing that
can make a buzzing fan
sound like a butterfly;
a creaking house
like a lullaby.

moaning wind and soft footsteps,
    tickings of clocks, downstairs.

but you made it feel like a soft cocoon;
a weightless wall of something golden:


                                                       silence.


                             "silence is good in its absolution,"
                             is what you said to me once.
                             i understand what you meant now-

it's like floating, it's like flying,
but without the adrenaline rush.
it's like hoping, it's like wishing,
only this
            gave me everything i wished for.


silence is like diamonds in the rough:
crystal clear;
like water you can't feel;
more precious and hard to come by
   than all the world's most sought-for treasures-

                             it's like you.


                                                          it made me think of dreaming- like you're only half there.
                                                          i felt as if i could burst with energy or fall asleep
                             all at the same time,




                                                                                       and i wish-