A Song In Silence

… And when the west is red
    With the sunset embers,
The lover lingers and sings
    And the maid remembers.

– Robert Louis Stevenson, “Songs of Travel”

From dusty shelves, she ‘trieves an ancient book.
She reads a song in silence, taking in
The words and pictures with a loving look;
A world of music, long before the din
Of what must be, and what all might have been.
For what she’s lost — it never goes away,
As yielding night gives rise to feigning day.

The sorrows that we carry bury us,
Although we cover artfully each one;
But memories, like songs, are various
In all the ways they help us come undone,
So we can leave the dark, reclaim the sun,
The way she’s doing now, inside a brain
And heart that have known way too much of rain.

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One thought to “A Song In Silence”

  1. I don’t know what time you got up this morning but it was certainly a lot earlier than I did!
    Consistently terrific and prolific. Chapeau!

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