Silence Within Poem by Ursula Tillmann

Silence withing, quiet from
sorrow and pain taken away
by the striking clock of spells.

Side by side resting at last,
unwilling close together. No more
dawns to frighten new horizons.

Painful words gusted by
the evening breeze, dissolving
the formation of new storms.

Gone are the shadows, which
clouded your vision of
possibilities left untouched.

Battlegrounds have lost their
trenches, competing for my affection
when I left, before you turned away.

Silence within, quiet now - too soon.
A single tear cannot water all those
roses I planted on your graves...