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unknown tones

The quiet has no place to travel.
Shadows deny it purchase
so instead comfort is found
in corners and crumbled stone.

You travel in spaces around my heart;
paths I have never seen and hold no hope
of discovering.  I am left chasing stories
and ghosts. I wander after a forgotten memory.

Your boots are constructed of armour;
you step and the world steps with you.
They stand at attention; while I run up hills
your legs have no strength to climb.

When the shadow puppets
Retire to their houses,
And the masters fold stories inside
Old books; I will sneak through
The pages, and erase your name.

Before the ink dries, and
New words find homes
They can only afford on paper;
I will take the music you stole,
And replace the bitter soundtrack
With the colour of a summer breeze,
and the sound, of a brilliant sunrise.

About Trish Noble

Trish Noble. Dreamer. Writer. Artist. Thinker. Ponderer. Observer. Spouter of Opinions.

2 comments

  1. read it and re-read it and re-read it again and each time loved it more and took some different away from it

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