Unheard Voices

 

Words fall unheard, each a hush so faint

That the wind deafens the listener

No sound is made, yet all is said

For both know of what is to come

Winds will part their ways

Barring every sound.

Doomed to distant moors,

They watch abyss span the floors.

The gaps widened, the wounds deepened.

No word was said, silence ruled the moors…

For both knew of what was to come.

They grew far apart, farther still

Till no one could gauge the chasm’s depth..

Storms ensued, and thunder clashed

They were safer with what they had

But one day, the heath shook

Both were swept to the edge

Of the chasm on which they stood

-Full of unsaid words… For now,

A whisper, an indelible taint

Breathes in quiet gasps,

For peace is only held

By silenced words.