The Space Of Silence

In the space of silence Where only the stones can speak I lit your candle Wanting to illuminate your world The light touched you I keep the memory of you and me inside Bathing it with my tears Love would bloom again As it flourished in the past In tender summer nights Those nights would be haunted By the specter of an innocent being But many years have passed It was like I was in another life Our love is as alike as The grass mowed late in the autumn Waiting for the frost Nothing remained but The love's shadow and its white frost Keeping the hope of the resurrection. Poem by Marieta Maglas