Silence stills the early hours,
silent is the voice.
Quiet stills the storm within,
quiet formed by choice.
Unseeing eyes that scan the stars,
unfeeling hands that clasp.
Unending thoughts that slowly dance,
from solaces soft grasp.
Shallow is the breath that's cast,
gentle soft and measured.
Pensive conjured thoughts appear,
from memories, old and treasured.
Questions asked, answers sought,
from angels on the wing,
Silence still takes pride of place,
Grace hallows, everything.
A truly brilliant and inventive piece that gives a whole new perspective to silence. It is more than golden. Your words add many glittering facets. Wonderful piece. I also agree with Katherine regarding the excellent rythmn and rhyme throughout. First rate Regards Steve
Laurie you are turning into a Master of words, Astounding, beautiful, write. xxx
Your rhythm is exquisite, your rhymes excellent. Nice treatise on silence! Very good!
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A sensitive and poignant poem Laurie and as always written so eloquently. I love the Angels and how they can bring solace by answering questions. I feel honored to be only the second reader who has commented. 10 love Karin