Moonlight Silence

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 Only the silver moon stayed wide awake,

it spilled its liquid light across the room,

resting on every leaf and quiet flower,

and gilding every corner filled with gloom.

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I must have dreamed for just a fleeting while,

for softly came the moon to touch my frame,

slipping across the ledge in silver grace,

and left before I woke to speak its name.

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The midnight breeze stepped in without a sound,

and brushed the sheer curtains like a secret hand,

carrying sweet perfumes of unknown flowers

that bloom somewhere across a distant land.

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I thought you came; I held my quiet breath,

and listened for your footsteps on the floor,

watching the darkness for a familiar shape,

the sudden, gentle shadow at my door.

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I yearned to feel your warmth beside me here,

to lose the winter heavy in my chest,

but all the room remained a hollow hall,

where only empty shadows came to rest.

***

It searched the quiet spaces of my heart,

where tender memories lie gathered deep,

and still you did not come to claim my side,

nor break the quiet watch I had to keep.

***

Perhaps true love was always meant like this-

a passing light that touches us a day,

a fleeting song from distant windowpanes,

a Rose holded hand that reaches out, then fades away.

***

Now every petal carries your sweet name,

and every passing breeze whispers your sigh;

the silent, moonlit night asks gently now

why I am waiting as the hours go by.

***

I have no answer for the quiet skies,

for though I traced your name on memory's leaf,

the delicate ink has faded with the years,

leaving behind the quiet grace of grief.

***

I filled the sleepless nights with gentle songs,

yet one by one the quiet notes depart;

even my poetry has lost its voice,

and stumbles in the silence of my heart.

***

And yet tonight, I leave the window wide,

not that I hope to see you passing through,

but only that the pale moonlight may know

I still remember how I waited for you.

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