Traci Ashbe Dark Fantasy Author

Silence

In a silence broken only by breath

Words lose their sound;

Spill their essence on the pristine page

Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone,

Fleeing logic on wings of fantasy.

Fabled spectres rear their heads,

Horned dilemmas bow before a ghost

Of newborn Understanding,

Mewling helpless in a night

Of infant shadows.

The dreamer dreams the song,

Seeking music in a voice,

A poem in the starlit dark

To break the silence

And give birth to sound.

Muted whispers kiss the soul

That stays to listen in the darkness

Reaching for the Word it almost hears

Until it knows the only sound

Is life’s first breath

Sighing in the silence.

There are joys for which we cannot find expression, moments that have a depth of emotion that can only be shared in images. It is here that poetry comes into its own, for the pictures we paint…