The Poetry Of Silence Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Words crawl back into the shadows,
hidden behind a wall of doubt.
He knows, and she knows that he knows.
A light breeze blows the candle out.

Lips are silent against their will.
Stones rest heavy upon the tongue.
She loved him once and loves him still,
but their love song was never sung.

He failed to listen to her pleas
and could not find the words to say,
all the things to set her at ease,
to keep her from walking away.

He gazes as she bows her head,
her lips quivering as she cries.
He pushed her away, and she fled.
The waves are rising within her eyes.

Loving thoughts drown in misery.
She is numbed by the passing years.
Nothing absolves the history,
the broken trust, the grief, the tears.

There's nothing now that he can say.
When he left, a part of her died.
Night always overtakes the day,
and it split her heart open wide.

The space between them eats her soul.
No life blooms on a fruitless tree.
Loss of his love consumes her whole.
The end is the end that must be.

Dead dreams dwindle into dust
like the end of a fairy tale.
The sun sets into shades of rust
on ties of an abandoned rail.

The wood is splintered like her heart.
The potter's wheel forever sleeps.
There is no triumph for his part.
The poetry of silence weeps.