A Silent Memory
July 16, 2014
Take a look and see,
At a house is where you be,
All around you there are trees
And the pollen makes you sneeze.
The grass is green and bright,
And from the sun comes a soft light.
A warm breeze blows, too gentle for a kite,
The fresh morning dew shines; such a beautiful sight.
There's a swing on the porch where two would sit together,
It seems the swing is one thing to out last forever.
Now it rocks back and forth from the breeze
Swaying in sync along with the trees.
Over the horizon shines the rising sun
Allowing shadows to dance on the porch, having fun.
The silence is deafening, leaving the squirrels dumb.
Not even the birds and the bees will hum.
I guess that's how the memory works
Slightly foggy with all of its quirks
Yet the silence in a memory is quite a perk
For it adds to the beauty so you can't help but smirk.
Use your eyes and see now a beach
So serene it feels quite out of reach.
The sand is so golden and so bright
You can't help but squint when it's hit by light.
So soft is the sand between our toes
The warm sunlight makes our faces glow.
Quietly the waves brush against the shore
It seems after every wave our hearts beat more
Here comes the ocean breeze blowing through your hair
--Your beauty is amazing-- breathe in that salty air.
With your hand in mine we walk a straight line
Our footprints wash away if you just look behind.
As we watch the silent seagulls fly away,
So goes the same with the rest of the day.
So quiet, it seemed not a word had been spoken.
Yet we needed not speak with our minds so open.
I guess that's how the memory works
Slightly foggy with all of its quirks
Yet the silence in a memory is quite a perk
For it adds to the beauty so you can't help but smirk
Yet the memory I keep so close to my heart.
Is the memory of us not being apart.
And that memory when we finally came together
Is the memory that will last me forever.
For as beautiful as a silent memory can be
The only thing silent about that day was me
And even that didn't last all too long,
For your answer to me was like ringing a gong.
For on that day you woke up within
A wonderful person who can't help but grin
That is the memory which marks the start
Of all silent memories when we're no longer apart.
I guess that's how the memory works
Slightly foggy with all of its quirks
Yet the silence in a memory is quite a perk
For it adds to the beauty so you can't help but smirk.
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