Silence complicates the senses.

In the desert and the silence of words
there are feelings
who live in the shadows
where the sun directs its gaze
to their full saturation
who are waiting
At night the shadows hang
over the debris
and the emptiness inside you
silent while the sound of the sea
can be heard from a distance
performing a concert of loud voices
in there in the ceaseless search of mornings,
where storms dissipate at
wings of angels.
The tides whisper softly
your name
and silence complicates the senses.
Only there in
top of the rock
the lighthouse awaits the night
when the clarity of the sea
dyes with her gray color
the sleeping earth.