Silent Song of a Dead Love

Silence

Silence

And so on…

 

Enchanted

In your silent music

I am.

As if,

There has never been ‘time’.

Engrossed

In the rhythm of the silent song

Long lost from life.

Only the presence

Of the sweet smell of your skin

Borrowed from my memories

Summons.

And the silence,

More real than my existence

Is the reason

I stand in front of your tomb

Everyday

Enchanted.

 

Silence

Silence

And so on… 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Oh, I love this.. It reminds me of standing in the cemeteries in New Orleans... deep, dark and passionate..xx