Treasure Island

DEEP DARK SOUL POET

(09/1965 / Australia)

Silences to me softly talk...


The silence comes within me, tall,
When with darkness I again fall,
A shadow creeping softly stays,
And shows its vision in many ways.

Everything my brain still knows,
Step by step into silence it goes;
Dreams and feelings down it break's,
Away my visions all it takes.

When I am alone and streets I walk,
Silences to me softly talk,
About the heart that was here before,
But is now gone for ever more.

A lonesome soul just only knows,
The restless silence that never goes;
Sharp and shining like a razor blade,
A forgotten love song now too late.

That echoed once from heart to heart,
With promises to never depart;
But now lies resting on its own,
Like silences that are still quietly alone.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012
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