Why do we build a silence round
The very things we have not found, but seek—
As if by mute omission meek
To charm our silent sound to speak?
We all desire a perfect love,
As pure as a summer-day dove flying—
Over those cold shadows lying
On each friend’s warmth, beyond crying.
Can we suppose our first caress
Is central to such happiness, as seems—
A mirrored sky on silvery streams
To simulate the Moon’s bright beams.
No more let silent wings beat still
Within; but freeing music, fill well-springs—
With every magic sound that brings
The mind to dreams, until love sings.
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Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2007
Dreams are what guides us to the loves we find in this journey. I enjoyed this work very much. thank you
Best regards,
Chris
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Best regards,
Chris
Be safe,
Karen