'In the Silence'

I hear the silence in the night,

And you're not there

The stillness echoes,

Across my wounded heart

The golden dawn unfolds,

To reveal the ocean calling

With waves to stir the air,

In breathless whispers

To remember you

The sands escape to rushing tides,

Embracing the impossible possession

Of ceaseless welcomes,

As I wander through empty farewells

And all about the hush,

Where memories linger

In every passing tide of regret,

That falls forever through my days

©Mary Cecil