Our dreams are sometimes lost
in the words we do not say
stolen in our silence
they are spirited away.
Our thoughts go unnoticed
our voice is quiet
whisked away in the wind.
We ourselves are forgotten
our voice never to be heard
stolen in our silence
that spirits our life away.
We find ourselves one of many
who have travelled down this road
whose voices are quiet
lost in words we did not say
stolen in our silence
and quietly spirited away.
28 August 2009
What a lovely write David, I like the repeating, like a continuous wheel turning. Great words woven with care, and a pleasure to read. Liked this one lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really good thoughs david