Silence

Between waking and rising
Is a silence without force.
In the silence I hear 
The melody of  a cool
And mellow violin
Feel the touch of cool hands
And the cool fragrance of lavender
Sweeping through the breeze.
In the silence I can walk away,
Leave this shrivelled shell
And trace my steps along the shore
To treasure all that had been 
Once before.

JL August 13. 12:15