THE SILENT STREAM CALLS

Only little ones
We wondered from home 
Mom’s voice faded to a dull silence.

Giggling along the way 
We played with whatever we found 
Until our eyes reflected the silent stream.

Why is it 
That such beauty and hearts delight 
Hides itself between the rocks and shaded leaves, 
Only revealing itself if stumbled upon.

Gasping for air 
We stared at this marvel,
Words failing the lips 
But clouding the mind of  curious adolescents.

Unaware of the sitting sun 
We followed the silent stream 
To its journeys end
Clutching each other in the dark
Un afraid of the night, until the sun returns.

Wilford Barker.