Sometimes the silence is louder than words,
breaking the bonds that were holding long hopes.
Dreams swell from heart circles that want from inside;
Deaths that longed for reunion; for the soaked tears night tide.
How can the words be poured, more into your heart
my sorrow, regret; a lowly humbled restart.
Aching to take back each cause of your pain,
to lie down before you with God’s mercy refrain.
Time hollows the dream that someday you might call,
and doors make no sense with without a key from the fall.
How could I have known not to touch that one vein,
It was the sole thorn that we shared in life’s pain.
Pray, God grant love stronger in absence of accord,
still losing the price of time, hope and heart’s cord.
Born a mother and son is a lifelong vein’s core…
The heartbeat does utter throughout in strong roar.
© 2016 Linda Willows
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