A silence on the night.

[keith]

The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance,

So many colors slowly dying

Like confetti in the rain,

And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves,

As though they were astounded

At their resonating pain,

Through twilight skies, taut grey tumbled insignificance

As blotting paper clouds absorbed

The dying daylight’s azure stains,

And yet between the pages of the hours, changeless silence reigned.





They walked without talking in cloistered unison,

Just conversations of the eyes

That never needed to explain,

And fingers touched each other, a completion of themselves,

As their feelings were surrounded

By the twilight’s weary stain,

On shade streaked beaches, they watched softly for a time,

Immersed within the beauty of their love

Encased in ageless confirmation,

And from between the pages of the ocean came a drifting smile.





Their shadows slowly lengthened into reaching grey and gold

As sun silence scattered downwards

To where the day and evening weds,

Slowly lost between the wandering dusk of their contentment

Until the final glow remained

Two dying haloes round their heads,

Still they wandered through their reveries, adrift within themselves

As the communion wine of heaven

Bathed them both in wondrous hues,

And they blended ever gracefully into the poignancy of their first goodnight…

[nanaursula]

Your poetry was, is and remains a special language that can move even a heart of stone. Wonderful, masterly penned with depth and feelings. A special moment to read this poem, thank you. Blessings, Ursula xx