The silent Language

In the silence, words are spoken,

Without a sound, they're often broken.

A language, pure, and always true,

A connection, between me and you.

It's the language, of the mind,

A way to speak, of what you find.

A bond so strong, it can't be seen,

A telepathy, that's always been.

With just a thought, we understand,

A connection, that's simply grand.

No distance can, this bond erase,

A telepathy, that will always pace.

So let us listen, to the silence deep,

And in the mind, let our thoughts creep.

For in the stillness, truth is found,

A telepathy, that's always around.