Delve into the beauty of poetry that touches the heart and speaks the unspoken.
Hope is the bird that perches high,
Singing its tune, though winds may sigh,
Through tempests fierce, it hums so free,
Unshaken still, in hearts like sea,
It asks for naught, yet gives its all;
A steady voice through rise and fall,
Through darkest nights, it softly stays,
A whisper light that never sways.
I did not pause as twilight neared,, –
Yet time itself drew ever near, –
With steady hands, it led me through, –
A path both silent, vast, and true.
We wandered past the golden grain,
Where echoes danced in soft refrain,
The children's voices, light and free,,
Fading like waves upon the sea.
A dwelling stood with open door,
Its walls unmarked by time before, –
A place unseen, yet known so well,
Where dusk and dawn forever dwell.
The years have passed on fleeting wings,
Yet still, I hear what silence sings,
Not bound by fear, nor held by sight,
But drifting gently into light.
I am unseen—do you belong
To silent worlds where few stay long?
Then hush—we mustn’t make a sound,
Or eyes will turn and seek us out!
How dull it is to chase the light,
To wear a name, to claim a height,
Endless voices, lost and blurred,
Echoing just to be heard.
Untamed nights, fierce and free
If only you were here with me.
Our hearts would sail, no need for charts,
Lost in tides where passion starts.
Let storms arise, let tempests roar,
What need have we for maps to shore?
With love as compass, true and bright,
We drift in endless seas of night.
Victory sings its purest tune
To hearts once lost in trial’s dune..
To taste its glow, to hold its grace,
One walks through storms time can't erase.
No waving flags, no echoed cheer,
Can mark its worth to one so near,
As those who fought, yet stand alone,
Hearing joy in silent tone.
The distant chime, so soft, so bright,
Calls loud to those who lost the fight
A golden prize, just out of hand,
Best known by those who understand.