There is a Silence

 

There is a Silence

 

I have a summit meeting of the soul

there is the silence of the door ajar

there is a stone that I turn all around

a souvenir of feeling too alone

what can I think of, slim thoughts, bony souls

I can't describe exactly what I feel

some rapture, a new bursting of the sun

a beach of fragile shells & pink inside

a bow I saw made from a single piece

of hickory & the arrows were perfect fits

the magic adoration of a dream

a group of evening children as they laugh

imagination shadowed with desire

nothing distracts me from this bleak despair

It is the fairy girl that dreams of lack

the silver touch of cold & shivering chill

It is the lost saint in a broken light

and you..your face so wan & flickering dark

here where it should be brightest in my heart.

 

 

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Reviews

[Eustacia]

This is beautiful, drew me in right from the start. So many poetic lines here!

[AK]

This is remarkable... I'm a new fan.

[Emily B]

Oh, the words are delicate-strong. True and straight as the arrow that comes from the hickory bow. I would know this poem as yours anywhere.