Listening to nothing is a wonderful joy.

I may dream of when I was a boy.

I may dream of a particular girl or two.

One of them might be you.

I may look at poems I wrote, stories, plays.

Or just do nothing and dream of happy days.

Whatever, silence is such bliss, such peace.

I may imagine I am in ancient Greece.

Tich Ennis

1st May, 2016