Alfred Ramos

Rookie (3-2-1945 / California)

The Incubus Of Silence (For Anita) - Poem by Alfred Ramos

Your lips don’t move
But the tired eyes says it all

Did we wave a white flag of surrender
Was what we had the great pretender

Are we headed towards a wingless flight
Leaving latent prints of fright

My lips don’t move
But the beating heart says it all

Pumping life into a dry thirsty river
Where you were the taker, I the giver

Love cannot flourish that way
No matter how hard we pray

Our lips don’t move
But the tensions says it all

Maybe we didn’t see the signs
Where we crossed forbidden lines

We let the tide wash our sand castle away
Could taste the bitterness in play

Maybe neither one of us was a lover
Misconstrued what occurred undercover

Maybe it was just a fairy tale on display
Left for dreamers to dream away

What we have here is love left for dead
Words stuck in our head we should have said

Our failure to communicate
Is the ruination of our fate


Comments about The Incubus Of Silence (For Anita) by Alfred Ramos

  • (12/21/2009 4:36:00 PM)


    Life is continous and carries on...we can only learn even though it hurts to admit the truth or to start afresh. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 1, 2010


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