Sometimes the silence speaks louder than words,
breaking the bounds that were holding long hopes.
Dream swells from the circles that want from inside;
Heart deaths that longed for reunions, love glides.
Time cures the dream that some day you might call
and doors make no sense with no key from the fall.
How could I know not to touch that one vein.
It was the one truth that we shared in life’s pain.
Pray, love can grow stronger in absence of accord,
losing the price of time, hope and heart’s cope,
Born a Mother and Son is a lifelong vein’s core…
The heartbeat does utter throughout in strong roar.
© 2016 Linda Willows