To really come to know a place,

 You must first understand its silence. 

During the grey hours. 

 

A cathedral at dusk, 

 A temple at dawn. 

 

An ancient hotel before

 The throngs descend. 

 

A mountain you climb to the top, 

 And then forget to fly off. 

 

A pier that draws you near. 

 

What you realize is, 

 The silence isn't real. 

The murmurs of prior lives deafen, 

 The quiet devoured. 

During the grey hours.