Silence,
like the real act of dangerous inaction ,
red as blood,
quiet as its name.
Drilling,
a question of turgid craft ,
loud and comforting,
smooth as the west wind.
Solitude,
A non-entity, large as the unseen sea,
Quay as two who are are in truth one in one,
a way to say one thousand and one miracles.
That last quatrain is fire!!! Followed and resteemed :D
thanks. Glad you felt it.
Silence really is a way to express one thousand and one miracles. A magnificent post, this is.