Silent Daggers

I can’t even follow my hints And I hear the sounds of silence Beating blood through every vein In vain to seek, in flood to rain Her gentle blades are tearing low Beneath the flesh I used to know The words are muted, I am dumb The pain is distant, I am numb Was it always to be fleeting Ever since our second meeting? Hard I chose, and hard I fought And Nothing, now, is what I’ve wrought Yet even now I seek to strain And hear her sirine song refrain But futilely, as I well know This course was never mine to go And I will be your friend unfailing In the silence of my wailing Basking in your golden sun That’s never going to reach this one I’ll smile past this saddened gaze And fight to focus through the haze For what else, really, can I do? Love wasn’t good enough for you. Mark Burton, Saturday May 5th, 2007, 5:45 A.M.