Silence Spoke With Your Voice
RYAH TUMARKIN GOODMAN
Silence spoke with your voice
As you slept.
Silence kept
Your singing voice
Locked in the cell of sleep.
Yet when you woke
Your orchard voice
Was warm as summer seas,
And silence, cold as a crow
On the bough of night,
Perched on your spray of speech.
As you slept.
Silence kept
Your singing voice
Locked in the cell of sleep.
Yet when you woke
Your orchard voice
Was warm as summer seas,
And silence, cold as a crow
On the bough of night,
Perched on your spray of speech.
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