…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 amidst the rush
of the sounds of distant years
upon the endless play of time
and the in the echoes
that recede into the soothing
darkness 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 2014
