I would not yet look at you and stare
if ever the sun was hidden
Though so many times I answered back
untouchable
Like a silver broken vow
of your tenderness
Standing alone at my feet
Unanswerable
Does unfamiliar silence chase a heart
from every side?
Then in a strange unrest,
ask, "who are you?"
While whispering tender tear drops
Among the crimson sheets
Of bitter truth
Within innocence or guilt,
my world will still be standing
In the place now my own feet
believe to be
Where my sun is shining
faithfully
Even, if unfamiliar silence
Were chasing me
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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