Silent Perfection
Falling in wretched silence
taunting us with perfection,
that we may never see.
Flaws invisible,
in a cool winter night.
The moon
like a ghost in the sky.
Not a sound rings with the wind,
falling in beautiful silence.
Covering the dead
in a pale sheet
as the night passes
in a mourning silence.
Waiting for the rising sound
waiting to glisten and dance
before our eyes.
To bring a shimmer of perfection
to our world filled with sound
perfection comes in silence.
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Abby Pe | Year Posted 2010
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