The Days Of Silence

The Days Of Silence

Always the cries from within

Through many nights we have waited

For a voice

From a forgotten dream

In the path of falling stars

Fragile, beyond all embrace or grasp

Poised, between shadow and sleep

The silence has its own voice

And it engulfs all

Even our entangled breaths lie quiet

Not heard amid the rush

Of the sounds of distant years

Upon the endless play of time

And the in the echoes

That recede into the soothing dark of night

It leaves us ankle deep

In the shallows of the morning

Our dreams falling with the rain

Never grieving

The days of silence

© Ann Bagnall 2020


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