Gilded Silence
I do not want filtered light
To diffuse and distort
the lens
of my seeing
or set boundaries on
the spiritual eyes of my sight
I do not want mufflers
to snuff
and hush the chords of
this Autumn Day...
When I wake from
my Autumn sleepiness
And a thousand dreams
of your heart pulsing
staccato
next to mine,
I want cool air to breathe in--
air scented
by outdoor leaves
falling on
the gilded silence
of hope
By Sharon Frye
© 2005
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