His eyes saw no more than her faint presence,
It was as if the past no more did matter,
Their future had held little in its platter,
And warm lips froze with a smile bathed silence!
Talking were they the tongue of reticence,
Where words were wafted by mute voice, not lung,
Deciphered by two loving birds at once,
It sounded like a song serenely sung.
The language of love is voiced less, more sung,
Vibrates, touches deep unknown depth to seek,
Known from evolution's earliest rung,
A dance of life in search of its lost peak!
Today the end seemed of his life's sole search,
Hers too, both were in look for life's new perch.
______________________________________________________Two lovers meet after a long agonising time. They have many things to tell each other: complaints, frustrations, how they weathered their long wait. But the joy that they met overwhelms them, and then nothing but the sound of silence survives.
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Sonnets | 01.12.07 |
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Life's sole search! ! The language of love; Hole, pole, whole! The light ahead is the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
And Silence Said It All... Thanks for reading this sonnet with lovely feedback.