Mysterious stranger,
your eyes say nothing.
Hear no evil,
speak no evil –
or of anything else.
Silence quickens your
cloak and dagger policies;
Within, a mute appeal,
without, this aura of secrecy.
Languish, Conversant Muse –
no hint will loosen
these lips once sealed.
Double-locked vault,
containing
your unknown sum,
revelation
of so much
in your
censorship.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Silence is the most precious thing to me… it’s the place of still waters where I can see the reflections of things – where my heart knows its own song.
Wow – how beautiful that sounds. Like music… I too regenerate under silence, especially the silence of nature – which isn’t silent, but supremely restful all the same.
Ooooh, electric colors and enigmatic verse–LOVE IT ALL, Melody!!
I consider it all worthwhile for the ‘ooooh’. *giggle*
Melody, I probably “ooooh” on every one of yours–just don’t always type it!! I’m so glad to see you today–was fretting about where you were, yesterday.
On a mini-vacation with my daughter and her friend and didn’t have the network password. If I have time to edit, there should be some smashing photos coming! 🙂 Glad that my hiatus was a significant enough event to cause ‘fretting’. 🙂
I’m so happy for you to have a fun getaway! I’m a pro-fretter (unpaid), can easily slide into “what did I say wrong” mode.
Ah, yes – the old ‘What did I do now?’ ploy. I’m a recovering fretter myself! 🙂
ha ha ha–“recovering fretter”, that’s a good one!
What a wonderful poem, Melody! What kind of lovely flower is that?
It’s an unusual daylily – called ‘Prairie Blue eyes’. Deep purple fades to raspberry rose later on. One of my favorites!