Ideally
The silence
Would be
Comfortable
Spent skinny dipping
In each other's eyes

But life doesn't
Always work that way
Unless
You allow life to
Work its magic

Maybe the lack
Of useless sounds
We call silence
Is really
Life
Sprinkling fairy dust
Onto the shoulders
Of our insecurities

Emancipation of destiny
Giving us
The power
To remember
How to fly

Sometimes
We forget how.