the sorrow of silenceA Poem by Lydia Shutterin hopeless disbelief my thoughts do a backwards somersault to another time when doors opened to treasures and stairs were taken by twos when towers came tumbling down but could easily be rebuilt when burgundy was the color of the wine you drank not the hue of your death in vino veritas? hell, maybe i should have had a glass i had handfuls of sun to bring you yet you could not accept them so often we danced through our thoughts but the last dance was yours alone the air is still now i listen for hope’s melody but the sorrow of silence suspends me over reality’s jagged rocks stu berney 9/2/36 - 3/14/15
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