The pause...

Never have I heard you speak.
And yet I do know your voice.
A vague memory of the future
Lurks within me like a thief.
I listen, listen and listen
And I grow weary of the wait.
And in my madness I can hear
Voices spilling from the rocks.
But I do know what they are,
I know that you are silent. 
And then I hear it - the pause! 
The pause before you speak.
No sound yet, but the pause!
A silence as loud as a roar.
 
I know this pause is eternal.
I know you will never speak.
And yet, I am ecstatic...