Live Encounters Poetry & Writing 16th Anniversary Volume Six
November- December 2025
In Silence, poems by David Dephy.
In Silence
In silence, you are searching for
yourself only.
Do you see the birds? They are words.
Heavens are the books.
Our breaths are written in those books,
by those birds, they need no explanation.
Do you see how the lovers are alone?
They need no witnesses.
Birds never chase headlines.
They chase horizons.
Just as passion does not fade—
It reverberates.
If we could see how beautiful
we are when we read each other’s breaths,
we all would be immortal,
just as we were in our childhood.
In silence, you feel some strange fullness,
hear the voices from the other side of alone.
The Man Was Walking
The man was walking
on East End Avenue and 86th Street,
talking to himself:
“I spent my life believing
I had control over my work,
but in the end, I realized
I was just another piece
in the much larger game.
It is not what we imagine.
Information is perception.
Who controls perception
controls the world—
especially its past.
Its history.”
© David Dephy