Splash Poetry/Stream of Consciousness: The Quest 1997

I imagine you would laugh if you knew I cried last night.
I am sheepish for it was the enormity of silence that moved me to tears.
The only sound to be heard was that of pen over paper,
But I could hear the echoes of laughter in the memories of my past.
A blanket around my legs, another upon my back;
The flicker of candlelight washes away in the light.
The weight of my years is but a handful of dust,
But the handful is more precious than a mountain of gold.
There is Angel song in the silence,
A sparkling symphony of nothingness and memory; I am sheepish.
The enormity of it all moves me to tears.