My tongue was not made for silence
but my words cannot reach you now.
I leave them unsaid, lying awake
through dark hours of morning
listening to the rain whisper her words
of love to the leaves and grass
knowing how this will make things
grow right, even the little birds
huddle closer together on the bough
and the stars are still there
behind the storm clouds, never too distant
for their light to be lost.
My words cannot heal you, but I am here
never further than the star, a small bird in the rain.
They stand there rocking in the ocean’s murderous sway,
two shapes of lingering with farewells neither can say. Brendan of Oran's Well
For Magaly's Weekend Prompt, Art With Me, in which I have contemplated the power of words (and when it is best not to say them).
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