Ssshhh.... read silently...

I am a wind, I claim
Lover of silence, I proclaim.
I mildly breeze
To the havens of silence.

She's born before the sound,
Before every roaring hound.
Older than God, perhaps.
And older than me, she is.

With the lonely, she speaks,
Squeaking, I see; some times.
And some times I see her borne
Where delight is adorn.

When words turn futlie
She evolves from nowhere, fertile.
Behind her goes I
Agog in her, my eye.

She helps men when they steal
Also, when they can't squeal.
Crutches on her the answer-seeker
Lives with her, the answer-knower.

When, from your friends, you depart
Blown high is her trumpet.
When, waiting for callback, you smoke
Snores she, awake.

I come from the Altitude.
She rules the Soltitude.
We both love being alone.
Then why can't we be just one?