In Your Silence

In your silence,
you harbor every secret that makes you glimmer
into a closed book,
sored between a volume
of safety and a journal of warmth.
Hearth-shaped teardrops bleed through your eyes.
A whisper of the cold wind
caresses outside your window
and soaks through your walls.
I feel the chill
moving its way to your heart.
Your soul being drenched in the warmth of the love
and the tenderness that you carefully
tucked away under the cover of your bed.
Who knows the secrets that
breathe in the darkness beneath your bed?
I suspect you
buried away safe and deep
the memories
that stack themselves like heavy blocks of bricks
over lapses of times,
constantly seeping out the wounds,
cheers,
sense longings.
Alone and all yours to share or keep secret.
Thoughts, visions, and echoes which are wrapped dear,
the friendly glances,
the warm smiles and touches,
the knowing looks you've kept to remember,
you've kept for comfort.
Your innocence has
been painstakingly
swept away.
You've hidden the pain and covered the tears
with laughter, hope, and never-ending faith.
Open and yet easily closed,
all remain in your silence,
beneath your guise,
frangibility,
reaching for the heavens.
On cloudy blue days they stand at attention
awaiting their call.
They'll come fast or slow;
some will meld together into one.
Some are happy
and some are sad,
But all are intertwined with the common thread found
in your silence,
rest inside your heart.
Yet, I fear the loss of your light,
your glowing passion which has been
so carefully preserved...

Sydney Le