Chris Roe

In Search Of Silence

In Search Of Silence Beyond the storm, Where the blue sky Still cradles The morning sun. In the clearing, Where shafts of light Hold back the shadows


Catching insects on the wing. This was a secret place, Away from the world. The first glimpse of solitude, So essential For the journey to come.


Soldier I have died for you, Many times. Carried your children, From battlefield to grave. I have shed your tears, Fought futile wars,