The silence hangs as a cloud

A naked breath upon the air

The indivisible barely visible go between

Betwixt this moment and the next

The silence permeates all that it touch’s

Across halls and sterile whitened rooms

A place where even dust does not dare to move

Lest it raise the roof and cause a stir

Of indignation and regret

 

The silence enjoys its own self - imposed rest

It has its own set of values dignity and poise

It sometimes irritates and inculcates the very

Notion of bluster and of hurry

It will not be moved on until it is ready

The precursor to a storm

That it has allowed

Welcomed and bid upon its exit

Where upon the silence is gone

Down corridors and out into the light

The scrambled noise of living now let loose

Until that time that silence should return

And bring the peace