Let us speak in silent words Our hearts crying out With the thoughts our minds cannot bear Crossing over dark waves and through dense fog As if by smokey lantern we wander Aimless down the corridors of some unknown place Confused by a dream that does not seem right Only to wake and find it is no dream And when I feel I can no more bear the weight of these hours I turn and see a window with Moonlight flooding in like a river of molten silver And in that moment I know I am not alone
Copyright July 31, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
In loving memory of my Mother, Myrtle Lorraine Birch nee Smith who passed away yesterday.