© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

So Silent Be

Words tremble on my tongue, but this I know:
were I to speak them it would be the end.
So silent be, I whisper soft and low.

I can be patient since it must be so;
on this, I realize, I must depend.
Words tremble on my tongue, but this I know.

I hold so many gifts I would bestow
if e’er the giving of would not offend.
So silent be, I whisper soft and low.

But hard it is to damper that sweet glow
that rises from the heat I can’t transcend.
Words tremble on my tongue, but this I know.

Some later day, perhaps, when trust will grow
to conquer all suspicion, you’ll unbend.
So silent be, I whisper soft and low.

For were I honest-spoken you would go,
and lose me one I wish were more than friend.
Words tremble on my tongue, but this I know.
So silent be, I whisper soft and low.
© 2012 RC deWinter

A soft, misty full moon rises over a pasture in Lyme, New York.

Digital oils; thanks to Cheryl Bowhall for sharing the
photograph from which this is painted.

Tech specs: Photoshop 7, Xero, Akvis Oils, VP5 Oils
in three layers*

25% of all sales of this picture will be donated to
the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation.