I was thinking

  I was thinking of a moment
 when my silence it was golden
 and the thought of conversation
 was effecting my emotion
  
 I sat counting messages
 yet to be returned
 as the voices would embellish
 the ideas that came to mind
  
 It wasn’t til the avenue
 and pathway I was walking
 brought a certainty of solace
 to my quiet disposition
  
 only then it seemed to follow
 a philosophy – a concept
 that whomever I’d become
 would construe a simple pleasure
  
 yet from valley to the mountain
 from the mountain to the valley
 I could see a supple situ
 of a thought yet to behold
  
 holding it would justify
 a common absolution
 and make but one exception
 to a calm and tempered soul
  
 why a supple situ
 one may ask with reason
 does it ever or for always
 render thoughtfulness surreal
  
 from pathways that stay open
 to a maze remaining closed
 one may never need to bellow
 to believe in what is told
  
 foretelling is a virtue
 many rarely seem to follow
 for belief in always ever
 sums up a stronger faith
  
 a faith in what can be 
 and what may never seem to rise
 whilst knowing absolution
 is life’s blessing of surprise