Silence demands nothing,
Does not ask,
Does not need,
Does not ache to be useful.
Silence only is.
In it there is healing solitude and the freedom of no expectations.
Simply the company of nothingness.
Which ever is welcome in that moment,
That reference framed by the goings on that drove one to sanctuary arms.
That judge not,
Hate not, love not, just not.
Instead just wrap you in comforting warm weight,
Like that first sip of something strong,
Cocooning for internal places,
Giving the chance for equilibrium to take root.
There in the quiet.