Analysis of Silence

I would rather blunder not by speaking,
before the limpid and soft gush of wells,
better let all find me when each seeking,
underneath a tree where the birds like to dwell;

near waves long and tired jaws rushed to bark,
coconuts falling from a thick palm tree,
thin sails of the ships as the stars as sharp,
on a sultry shore of that distant sea;

while I rest in silence betwixt your arms,
gazing at a sunset and how it gleams
off the chains of your neck a thousand charms,
in a lofty castle, that of a dream...

those quick grains slipping through the hands of time,
for a moment with you, can fade like chimes...