Silent Night

Silent Night
Soft warmth of the quilt
Whistle of a distant train
Fragrance of a burning incense
A child's wail in the neighborhood
Creaking of bed, Buzzing of a fly
Tik-Tock of the wall clock
Breathing and the rhythmically beating heart
Silent Night and its sensory pleasures
Silent Night and its hidden treasures ...

Words...

Words are like the small dew drops on a new flower's petals,
reminding us of the beauty that surrounds us,
calling our attention from the mundane,
making the familiar look unfamiliar and unusual...

Words are like that new found love,
which evoke the deepest of the emotions from slumber,
that momentary ecstasy we feel,
that ephemeral lingering of heightened passion..

Words are like the crushing waves of the ocean,
drowning us in their forceful stream,
calling the sailors to carve their own path,
to create meaning of the voyage undertaken...

Aah words, the divine pleasure,
the epiphany of the muted soul,
Aah words, the wasted leisure,
the metaphor for the embittered core...