Silence, an infinite melancholy
washed in waves over my seventh sea
voyaging to the abyss of my limit
emotion stood still, to sail no permit
Wind blew from the farthest north
embracing depths I could not fathom
the riddle of the waters starred with confusion
condemned a wandering soul to an infinite search
And beyond the tides, lay dreams concealed
glimmering first steps, devoured by fear
gone before the sun will see
the calmest wave of my forbidden sea
talk about substance. a classic in the modern day. a modern shakespearean. loved it! 10++
wow! ! ! ! ! the way oyu write your poetry is amazing! ! ! ! i am impressed with your words and emotions that oyu put in your poetry! ! ! ! very well done! ! ! ! !
A fine, pensive poem picture. You paint well with words. Warm regards, Sandra
Your use of words is pure genius. This poem has hidden depths.
A very well written piece, vivid but sad and haunting, Lynda
Very vivid words flowing so clearly...very imaginative...yet so sad. You wrote deeply..from personal experiences perhaps,
Julian - So sad, that your silence is an infinite melancholy. My silences are restorative and healing. But you express your deep abyss so well, I could get lost in those depths. Well penned dear sir - Cheryl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the poem that caught my attention! your metaphors are very godly! very good poet! an instant classic in my book! ! ! extraordinaire! I am one your fans. Post some more poetry a 10** in my book!