Across the Silence

Through six thousand miles and too many days
Apart, the need to touch you now, in ways
I thought the years had taken, returns: words
We rarely spoke and never really heard
When we’re together are all I can use
To fight this fear of silence – and to lose
Them now would be too much like losing you.
(The greater fear: that it’s already true.)

And I think: do you hear a silence of
Your own – and will dark and distance, or love,
Come fill your hours – and if it be love – whose?
Not years nor I would change your right to choose.
I write you words you will never receive,
Too late and too far for you to believe.





Sonnet by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-09 at 15:02

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Real love is when two people take that Cupid's plunge at the same time! Now that's true love for ya, right? Great poem and I got the message concerning unjust weights. Now who has the heavy heart now? Not you!
2010-12-15


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like the way this is written, Fog. It rhymes, but it doesn't leave you feeling as if you've been beaten to death.
2010-12-12


John Ashleigh
This makes me smile. It really relates, and when poetry does that, it is such a magical moment - such a pleasure to read.
Thankyou for writing this, and for sharing.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-09


shells
Whenever, whoever, love resurfaces and the thinking starts, your thinking is very eloquent, full of honesty and truth.
2010-12-09


NicholasG
This makes me think of the lovely line by Dylan, "One too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind." It is funny, how in the3 mind of the romantic, the bright parts linger whilr the reasons things didn't work fade...well, at least in my case :-)
Thanks, I enjoyed this,
Nick
2010-12-09



You mention a kind of universality in "Wyona." I was thinking the same about this poem. Though, not totally universal, as I think it could only come from the tucked-up nature of a man; and not just any man, but a romantic. Which, I guess, obviates universality. Okay, it reflects the nature of a romantic man on a cold, dreary day, when the need for a warm body leads to a kind of seduction through romance. I think I got that right. : )
2010-12-09