The quiet

And this silence is her life
Falling fast into the dark November sky
Over voices she shall cry
Soundless screams are felt before the sun can rise

Hear her voice is strong as steel
Speaking long dead nams to keep the evening still
In her heart teast all time
Trapped for now in faith that death is still alive

To the fields and seas again
Without sign we wander through the haze of this dark land

In a dream she gently cries
In a tear her story moves to find the floor
And she speaks before she goes away