Silence Is The Preferred Weapon Of Choice Poem by Brett White

Silence is the preferred weapon of choice;
I'd give all I have to hear your soft-spoken voice.
The greatest token of Love wasn't enough,
So tossed aside was the diamond in the rough.
And bluff in Love we should never do,
For our days may turn completely blue.
Second chances ought be the rule in Love,
As God gives infinite ones from Above.
But sometimes what we want is like a curse,
A dried riverbed, the river ran its course.
But these things this way, ought not always stay.
So sometimes at night, alone in tears I pray.
For a brighter day, and for a clearer way.
Maybe one in which you decided to stay.
These plagued thoughts won't leave me alone,
They're like admiring the Sun, retiring, shone.
And shown I was to Solitude's Gate,
That infinite void, with which I relate.
A vast sea, rough, over the darkest clouds,
With starlight bathing me, sweet light abounds.
And even adrift in an endless ocean,
Given a choice, I'd do it all again.