755. In hush of dusk, when stars begin to gleam,

SONNET 755
By JH Sayyar
In hush of dusk, when stars begin to gleam,
And wind retreats behind the sleeping hill,
There speaks a voice more potent than a scream
The solemn tongue of silence, deep and still.
No clamor mars the sacred breath it bears,
No whispered lie, nor boastful song of pride.
It listens more than speech, it mends and cares,
And holds the truths that noisy words hide
In silence dwells the soul’s most secret part,
Its aching wounds, its dreams too shy to show,
The quiet pulse of an unspoken heart,
The love that dares not bloom still must grow.

So let me sit where silence softly sings—
A crownless peace, the hush of unseen wings