Between the Lines
The saddest sound I ever heard came from the deadened, silent word.
A look of nothingness in eyes, when words non-loving reached my sighs.
And how I gasped to breathe the air, to purify that deadened stare.
Forget not ever, shock unheard, from deadened look of silent word.
It reached into, turned inside out, the crying words, that could not shout.
Instead they numbed me, thoughts and feel,such words of hurt, that seemed unreal.
The muted, dampened, soaking tears, now left behind those youthful years,
When happiness and loving thrilled, his deadened eyes, have all but killed.
But say I, to myself in thought, a present to me, soon be brought.
For wishes, dreams I've had but few in want of making memories, new.
Released from mind soon, hurt of old, now making room for words that mold,
To treasure keep, the silent word this time of loving only, heard.
Beholding soon, your pair of eyes, blue pools that drown me into sighs.
Surrounding me in silence sweet, to coat my thoughts in warmth, complete.
With touch of gentleness, your song, will slowly turn, to right the wrong.
And in my silence, love shall reign, to shower me, in life, again.
M... a poem rearranged from 2000 once inspired by Balladeer ( not sure if it meets which feet...)p.s. I undoubled my lines so the rhyming is within each line
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."