Silent by Jaydon ColeNowhere have I come again,
Alive in this dismal place;
Tomorrow's rain to plunder
All her tears from yesterday,
Silence echoes her silent grace.
Hollow, still I follow
Another formless shadow;
Alive now in her freedom,
Now absent of her sorrow;
Now restless in her martyrdom.
Elusive to the touch
Lifeless memory of her face
Underneath a past untouched,
Still I search this empty place,
Empty save her silent grave. 02/03/2005 Posted on 02/04/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jaydon Cole
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