The Befall of silence

 An aeon passed within these walls,

a forever with the voices around. I grew up

or perhaps just lived through

in these mellow times of no sound.

It is in this silence, 

that the valley knows its dawn

and the sound of the river that gurgles

and of the snake that rattles down its place.

The bedouin though, that lives amidst all but dust-

sings and dances by the fire when the silence dawns.

It is his protection from the dead and from death

the colours of his tent hiding his world.

How must one see the fall of silence - as a little nurture 

or as the day of celebration 

or perhaps just some gnawing like the Aye-Aye does

or maybe just lie down and wait for sleep to come.