Your silence is cacophony
assaulting my sensitive ears.
Mental chatter-critical busybody.
Wondering if you travel out of orbit.
A Haley’s comet
A wonderful delusion
Inward sighs and wringing of hands
Why do you unseat me so?
Prince among souls.
Many years of striking the path alone.
Now I yearn for words, and even more for you.
Heaven sent sacred love
Or Chinese water torture.
(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson