Hearing Silence

There are nights I wish
you could hear silence
come
listen to it
I can say nothing
but you must hear this
from my mouth.
I shall carry it,
this silence,
until it is taken from me
a burden
lifted from my stomach.
That single point,
so heavy,
yet only noticed in
absence.

Burning Turbuence

A forlorn thought
caught amidst a maelstrom,
burning turbulence and blinding sands
surrounding it, holding it within
Coalescing, surging
Battering all that stands against it
Wearing it into submission
Guided by the eye,
a solitary thought.