They said I could sing, and make it sound beautiful
But another's words
Are not my words
And are not boisterous songs too plentiful?
For though I would want a silent day
It is a curious silence
A faulty silence.
Never complete anyway.
Under this silver birch I could whisper
But I shall listen,
Just sit and listen.
To the way the wind has kissed her
If you would join me, just follow my smile
Though hard to find
There is so much to find
And you can pause here for a while.
The sun rises in the moon's ash
Burning in a lullabye
Striking a hushabye
For the end of night's grey sash.
Let the moon to it's silver bed
And this simple song
Our quiet song
Will ring softly in our heads.
YOU ARE READING
The Quiet Song
PoetryDedicated to some who remind me to smile. :) This is a now completed book on friendship (which I hope is never terminated.) Please enjoy.:) Again, a perfect artpiece by @LukeHochrein....
