Song of Silence

The woods awash in moonlight,
silence broken by a single pine needle
tumbling from limb to limb
in search of ground.  The leaps
resound – or is that the moon
whispering sweet nuthins?

My back against an oak
I remember the crisp of leaves
beneath my feet.
Every star shines through a gauzy wrap
as if fog could muffle the sound of sparkle;
such success another miracle.

Somewhere back there
in a world beyond the trees
a light shines from the kitchen window,
the refrigerator hums,
 the heart beat of a clock
adds cadence to the night.

Swaddled in the familiar
I celebrate this silence
that sings.

4 thoughts on “Song of Silence

  1. F. G. M.

    That beautiful “chanson du Silence” and the line “My back against an oak” has immediately reminded me of one my favorite French song. Barbara’s wonderful song “Mon enfance” –
    “j’ai mis mon dos nu à l’écorce,
    l’arbre m’a redonné des forces”.
    Barbara was such a talented poet and singer, and as you do your song, she was celebrating “this silence that sings” in each of her songs

    The first stanza of your song is pure beauty!

    You can listen “Mon enfance” at

    I’ve found a translation in English: – in French it is a very very touching and beautiful Song you know.

    I was wrong, I came back
    In this town, far away, lost,
    Where I had spent my childhood,
    I was wrong, I wanted to see again,
    the hillside where glides the evening,
    Blue and grey, shadow of silence,
    And I found back, like before,
    a long time after,
    The hillside, the tree standing
    Like in the past,
    I walked, the burning temples,
    Thinking I was smothering under my steps
    The voices of the past which haunts us,
    And comes back to toll the knell,
    And I lied down under the tree,
    And it was the same scents,
    And I let my tears flow,
    My tears,

    I put my bare back against the bark,
    The tree gave me strength back
    Like in the time of my childhood
    And for a long time, I closed my eyes,
    I think I prayed a little,
    I was finding my innocence back,
    Before the evening came up
    I wanted to see,
    The house florished under the roses,
    I wanted to see,
    The garden where our child’s shouts,
    were bursting out like clear springs
    Jean, Claude and Régine and then Jean,
    Everything was becoming like yesterday again,
    The heavy perfume of the red sages,
    The fawn dahlia in the path,
    The well, everything, I found everything back,

    War had thrown us there,
    Others were less happy, I think,
    At the pretty time of their childhood,
    War had thrown us there,
    We lived like outlaws,
    And I liked that, when I think about it,
    Oh my springs, oh my suns,
    Oh my crazy years lost,
    Oh my fifteens, oh my marvels,
    How it hurts to be back,
    Oh the fresh nuts of September,
    And the scent of the crushed blackberries
    It’s crazy, everything, I have found everything back,

    One must never come back,
    To the hidden time of the memories,
    Of the blessed time of my childhood,
    Because among all those memories,
    Those of childhood are the worst,
    Those of childhood tears us apart,
    You, my dearest, Oh my mother,
    Where are you then, today,
    You sleep in the warm of the earth,
    And I, I came back here, to find back your laugh,
    Your angers and your youth,
    But I am alone in my distress,

    Why did I come back,
    and alone, at the bend of these streets,
    I am cold, I am scared, and the evening leans over,
    Why did I come here, where my past crucifies me,
    It sleeps forever my childhood.

    1. My oh My, those are beautiful lyrics, and the link…thank you, thank you, thank you! Dear Frédéric, I am honored that my humble poem caused you to remember that song. It touches the heart and soul. Thank you again!! Sarah

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