The Silence

On many black velvet nights

when the moon and the stars

have deserted me

in that sort of vengeance

my old lovers claim

I lie enveloped

in the arms of my mistress

Ah! my loneliness,

my forsaken friend

She sings to me sad lullabys

And clings to me

giving no warmth,

just coldness

Filling my heart with despair

With only a devastating whisper

She brings back forlorn memories

And inspite of the darkness

and the wretched silence 

She engulfs me and,

Bestows upon me visions

Visions of what was, 

what is,

and what it could have been

If I had only listened to my heart

If I had only followed intrepidly, 

my long lost dreams 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this mistress feels like the muse...she can be very cold and unyielding on nights when we really need her warmth...and she can be nothing but painful memories that move our fingers over the keys.

[Jen Walters]

a dark poem to b sure, but the rhythm is great and powerful. Thanks for sharing such a well written piece and have a great day