Silence

if silence had a scent, it would smell like love

It would be tangy and bright

it would be souless and hollow

it would be a warning of the horror to come

it would be a refuge for those in pain

and the grief of those who have lost more than they can take

it would be the mountain we cannot climb

and the river we cannot swim

it would impassable, indestructable and valiant

it would be the essence of what it means to be brave

to sit and watch once the world has disapeared

and still, somehow, find your place

it would smell like a flower's dew and freshness of the air after a storm

it would be as vitorious as summer's rain

and cold as icey snow

it would be everything,

and it would consume

if sound had a name it would be fear

and silence would be the fear

of knowing that what once was,

is no longer near