The Silent Wall
I never saw your writing
against the silent wall
I never heard those footsteps
walking to the door.
Like a sunset shadow
you faded in the dusk
Hanging upon my door knob
Just your venetian mask
A mask with many faces
and unforgotten past
A thousand million secrets
Questions never asked.
No please, don't go reminding me
of a time before
Of merry wistful moments
this spirit won't recall
The stonehenged shrine of my heart
is over six feet tall.
Through cracks, light filters in
but the wall resists to fall.
No please,don't go reminding me
Of a time before
Of merry wistful moments
this spirit won't recall.
Was there ever a vision
with the beauty of your eyes
Was there ever a fire
with the embers of our nights
Was there ever a sweet warmth
where velvets bled their rose
Was there ever a sea-shore
where these fingers brushed your toes.
Was there ever a tree-trunk
where stars carved our dream
Was there ever a stream-walk
where our lips weren't sealed
No please,don't go reminding me
of a time before
Of merry wistful moments
that now I don't recall
The stonehenged shrine of my heart
is over six feet tall
I never saw your writing
against the silent wall.
Just a lyric poem inspired by music.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017
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