Hold Back the Morning...

 

…because this silence hangs weighted upon the night air

With echoes of laughter and doubt and despair

This is the silence of hope’s troubadour

Dull like the cadence of far ocean’s roar

Where rebellion and surrender coalesce

Drenching the midnight with longing’s caress

This is the silence of chimeral grief

Duel twixt fantasy and belief

Where is the bulwark to cradle the sigh?

Threading the ramparts twixt ocean and sky

With only this silence to witness the throe

Of having and holding and then letting go

Hold back the morning; oh, I cannot bear

To suffer this silence in azure-blue air

For I cannot pawn this allotment of bliss

Hold back the dawn with its sweet sanguine kiss

This is the silence of lovers and fools

Drowning in thought’s inexhaustible pools

Janet~