in search for the truth
for N.M., a wonderful poet and thinker and – i dare say – a newly discovered friend
we wound silence with our voices,
unaware of their emptiness –
and yet silence heals itself so quickly
always waiting for our thoughts.
sometimes truth is bestowed on us
just like a chestnut falling from its branch in the silence of the night,
making us aware through its mild spikes
that it’s there,
waiting to, maybe,
turn into a tree.
© 2015 Liliana Negoi