Silence

Silence, It's a language...
Sitting daintily on our lips,
Still, not moving not quivering,
Strong, not shaking.

Silence, It's a countenance...
Prettier than any other,
Serene in its chaos,
Peaceful yet savage.

Silence, It's serendipity...
Here when it's least expected,
Gone when it's most needed,
None's to purchase but Everyone's to own;
A song the lips or a melody to the ears... The call for peace or the siren of a war.

Silence, It's the flicker of a candle flame...
Fighting; Guiding; Never failing
Dispelling darkness and forever shining.

Silence,
It's a language, a countenance like none other,
The Quite Crusader,
Unparalleled, Unraveled.