Silence is Golden

Noise is black

you seem to have what others lack

knowledge, perseverance, wisdom, you're strong

and you've survived for so very long

but as the sun sets and twilight falls

darkness creeps and lone wolf calls

to those who are lost and those who are missing

and to all who are here and all who are listening

calming storms and falling like rain

becoming more and more use to pain

gaining friends and gaining fame

a reputation as 'the wolf who was tame'

your fears are disregarded

as who would have known?

The young child hero, so brave and so bold

but as yet a child. Not quite fitting our mold.

How could we see it?

How could we tell?

How could we know that you'd gone down the well?

Promises like, "I Shall Return."

and Secrets and Whispers and Unspoken words.

And falling like angels and fallen, hurt birds.

Secrets kept, Whispers not heard,

Unspoken words, neither here nor there

and questions like "How Do You Fare?"

wounded wolf,

why do you howl?

Why alone do you still prowl?

As human, Ignored

as wolf, belittled

yet you took it in stride,

and not once did you hide

Vows of silence,

years of pain

comfort in Three

and they are the key.

Standing alone on the edge of a cliff

others believing you were but a myth

loneliness there, but quietly retained

wanting to scream

but silence remained

Silence is Golden,

and no noise you made.