a good mystery......

silence doesn't listen

when you're not around

it chatters in the lonely nightwind

misunderstood

forgotten

invisible howls in hot tears

achingly try to push

through the sound barrier

buffering

you

from me.

but silence is not listening

its alright........why?

because

i love a good mystery.......

wondering, puzzling.....guessing

while the silence echos back my pain

makes it more desirous.

i love the spice of distance

to feed my hungry fantasies

of ingesting your mystery

because..... /

in the end

silence will listen to the puzzle pieces

coming together

as they should....

as a riddle of love

hmmmm..........could this be considered effective thinking inside the box?