Encased in arms of silence
Surrounded by the walls of no sound
Trapped in the discord of waiting
No word…but looking for a sign from you.
Sad echoes inside my brain
Turning pages into chapters
Red days of passion fire
Black days of raw disquiet
Blue days of articulate meaning
A long fragment of my life
Purple days when your blue merged
with my red creating spiritual illumination.
Mind beating around this divine evening
Silence that struts, a wild flower
Ah the silence so nourishing
Amplifying my senses
My heart stings hard soft
Ruptures of emotional pain
fill me with debilitating longing
to translate this fantasy
Oh to see, to touch to feel your breath
against my neck turning me into trembling,
Your heart etched into my breast
all senses ringing with extreme excitement.
Life amplified by your beauty.
Words always fill my mind and
make me live the graveyard shift.
My soul wept in the waves
of aching emotion that
craves for physical attention.
Oh I long to drag this dream into reality
to move this silence beyond the
limitation of imagination
To take this empty space inside
my bedroom turning silence through alchemy
to eternal light.
Anthea Slade 25 June 2009
This is the first of a series of poems that I wrote in the early hours of 25 June 2009