Silence

Poem Info
199 words
3
2.2k
0
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
cupatea
cupatea
4 Followers

In the still of the night I watch you, the quiet is so complete.
It picks me up and surrounds me... almost deafening me.

The wind passes quickly beside me... echoing my fears tonight.
It flirts with the occupants around me... on this cold December night.

To you I know it's silent... It's only a chilly... wind.
The whisper is lost forever... I should be so thick skinned.

The water along the shoreline,
I know you watch from the bench.
It moves in a forever whisper...
It speaks to me in French...

How many times have we sat there, just you and me all alone?
Talking about our tomorrows, when you will be in god's dial-up zone.

I watch you now I am sorrowed...I realize your time has arrived.
We had such little time together; we've lost an entire life time.

Silence greets your ears in enjoyment.
I know God is waiting for you... on the other side of forever, he's holding out his hands to guide you.

In the still of the night I watch you, the quiet is so complete.
It picks me up and surrounds me....almost deafening me.....

I love you......(fading whisper)........I love you.......

cupatea
cupatea
4 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
2 Comments
Safe_BetSafe_Betover 15 years ago
Nice.

Actually liked the other piece better. I think I kept getting distracted by the eclipses. A lot of them were improperly used and there were just too many of them. I'd love to see you rework this piece. Its a good poem, but I really think that it could be great. It knows how to walk, not teach it to run!

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
sad

but beautiful