Love's Silence

by Swirls of Green in a Forest

My thoughts from the end of the second movie. (Any and all punctuation errors in the poem are intentional.)

The hard crescent slides up as if to speak
But not a real word comes
Silence… of the meek
Beating loud as a drum.

Perhaps pure poison, silence can be
But a well timed pause is as powerful as three

Perhaps perfect positioning, a silence needs
To sow in the heart, doubtful seeds