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by Logan
Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2198704
A long one that serves as an overflow for Flood Plains
Silent Reign

Rain dances 'gainst the window,
a quickstep to a waltz
In pane the silence sings low
and confidence rings false

Whilst wind chimes gain attention,
majestically outside
The monitor's intention,
… to take us on a ride

A ride between the raindrops,
a journey to a place
To spaces where the pain stops,
a friends familiar face

Hidden deep within the cloud
'neath zeroes and ones
So digital we hide in shrouds,
in binary we run

Through broken hearts, we fall apart
'midst dreams of being whole
The bleeding starts, in dark, in part,
with dreams we can't console

Lost in silence, swathed, consumed,
wandering the grounds
Existing in our vacuum
imagined, are our sounds

Overwrought and overthought,
they echo round this space
Lost with every rebound caught,
no substance to this place

As daylight burns with heartbeats spurned
and shadows stretching long
Days still turn, as souls they earn
their place within the song

Whilst silhouettes sing from the back,
supporting from behind
Eyes averted where we lack,
to stars we hope to find

Through telescopes we plan our flights,
more than we might confess
Still names called silent through dark nights,
are names called non the less

Scryed for 'midst a sea of stars,
a galaxy lies spread
Just cause you can't see the scars
don't mean they haven't bled

But when those stars go out at night,
it's our turn to shine
Time to find some inner light,
some reason in our rhyme

A pattern, scheme or sequence sensed
some safety 'neath the shroud
A string of numbers' credence, tense
abandoned to the cloud

Spread out 'neath a sky so lit
with stars, for which we've read
Just cause you can't hear it
doesn't mean it wasn't said

Through muted dances, unrequested,
desired, non the less
A card unmarked, be-quested,
to whom we can but guess

Dancing through the wind and rain
with nowhere left to fall
'midst mixed up seasonal refrains,
… just waiting, on that call
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