Joined: 01 Jan 1970
|Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2004 2:47 pm Post subject: No Words
|Silent, on padded feet I crossed to the threshold of your domain,
not a sigh or muttered word; but an ache of things we'd lost.
Say now, onto my lips that have wept, your sorrow and acclaim,
That I can bring bitter words to an end, and deny the cost.
Silent, on wooden floors I walked, to the sleeping form of love,
not a cry, or plea, but the sound of slumbering peace.
Wake now, my beloved angel, as I sing sweet accalades,
That you would know, it was not loss, but a gift sent in your name.
Hushed, in the gloom of summer's night, we walked the shores abroad,
not to speak, not to laugh, ; but to sit and remember well.
Speak now, onto the brow I've kissed, your humor and regret,
That I would know, your love and life, was also mine in the end.