Silver Thread

The barriers awaken from slumber,

And silver mist reappears.

 

Chains are broken,

Our thread is cut,

By a silver vine.

 

Tears from this end,

Are bittersweet wine,

The end of a lullabye.

 

All ties that bind are erased.

Now you can be replaced.

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I like the minimalism, you are able to say a lot in few words, it's always nice to see the word 'silver' as the main piece of a poem. The 3rd stanza makes this poem for me.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A stark and beautiful piece, well done