That taste of silence bites the tongue.
It's stare is cold, it's breathing, still.
We share the moment as it comes;
her silent laughter's deathly chill.
She treads the waves as poison runs.
In silver lace does silence kill.
Her wedding gown is torn and strung,
beneath the shade of thirty hills.
Nostalgia falls over swan songs
lest I find no hope in worry.
I'd not have known Serpentine's wrongs,
had it not been for her in plea.
I'll not forget the lullaby,
whilst her smile from the heart shines on.
From beyond the grave will I strive;
the faded dreams are all but gone.
Yet still we cry, the stains of quiet in our eyes
to a tune that's far removed from home.
The wind does whisper a calmness to the mind,
as it guides it's silence to our bones.
Beautifully written this poem has a wonderful rhythm that I found quite captivating. It has great title that leads into a poem of such rare depth and a sad but compelling love story. It left me wanting more. Loved this well done.