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.
