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Silence
by Quinlan L GibsonI'll keep looking through your window
When you gaze out all you'll see is the snow falling,
in luminescent moon beams.
Maybe you'll feel that i'm there.
Maybe you'll hear my heart beating,
but you won't know how close I really am.
And you'll notice the footprints in the yard yet,
how they got there, or where they go is
an aimless wondering; fruitless pondering.
Maybe you thought you heard your name,
whispered through the empty trees of winter.
Yes, I said it.
I eat, sleep and breathe it.
Though I dare not touch it; or speak it to you.
I whisper it through the empty trees.
It falls from my lips with the snow
as I safely look through your window. 03/05/2012 Posted on 03/06/2012
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 03/06/12 at 01:30 AM Several lines in this really touched me, the foot prints in the yard, the empty trees and the lips especially... |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/06/12 at 02:24 AM I love the winter setting with the empty trees, it ust adds to how desolate and sad she really is, |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/06/12 at 02:25 AM Oh wow, Q. So beautiful and intense. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/06/12 at 04:47 AM But it feels to me as if the voice is far too light to leave prints....I adore this. So much. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/07/12 at 03:47 PM Amazing. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/07/12 at 03:55 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 04/03/12 at 11:45 AM Beautiful," an aimless wondering; fruitless pondering". |
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