An echo in a silence

A silent sunbeam, seeking glass,

Reflects and warms, but cannot .

It dances on a distant wall,

Unnoticed, unheard, beyond recall.

The scent of rain on thirsty ground,

A whispered wish, without a sound.

A melody played on the breeze,

Heard by none amongst the trees.

A gentle tide that ebbs and flows,

Where only one true current goes.

It longs to meet the shore's embrace,

But finds no echo, leaves no trace.