Silence

Between the whispers of the rain drops

And the howling of the wind

Between the echoes of the rocks

The smoky veil has thinned…

 

Unbroken and wise, the silence speaks

With a heartfelt voice

Of the dried tears on the cheeks

And of wars that make no noise…

 

Of the gloomy thoughts on a Tuesday afternoon

And their ramifications…

Of the happiness that’s so hard to resume

Because of the haunting perfections…

 

Of the life that slips away

Without sense and trace…

Of the hearts we keep in disarray

In the silence’s embrace…

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[ANTO]

Your skill in rhyming without losing any sentiment is top class (in fact its the opposite effect with your writing - your tight rhymes exponentially enhance it).
Only you could incorporate words like 'ramifications' into a sensual piece without making it sound like a news report. Pure class!
:)

[Ana B.]

ha ha, news report, a good thought my friend :) Thank you very much for liking and always finding time for my silly lil writes :)

[ANTO]

They aint silly lil writes though they do have a wonderfully accessible quality and many layers (or Easter Eggs) for all the differing types of readers. Its not finding time - its about making time.
:)

[Ana B.]

What a beautiful thing to say :) Easter Eggs...lol....is that an Irish saying ?

[ANTO]

I borrowed that term from the little surprises that computer games designers deliberately include in games - they are usually discovered only after many experiences with the game (or completely by accident) - its a term that has passed into common language now for 'lovely surprises', I guess.

[Ana B.]

hmmmm.......interesting meaning. Thank you for explaining ;)