In your silence, pain
And grief; The song that never ends.
That plaintive tune,
The sad music of memory
Murmurs old lies.
‘I will love you forever’
But the truth roars.
In your silence -love
Where does it go?
It rises like the flowers
In spring and chatters like
The birds that sing.
It comes- it goes
It breaks-it mends.
You are the song
that never ends.

By Fiona Lochhead          March 26th 2017

 

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