the things I wish to tell you <br />cannot be said too quickly <br />and I never took the time before <br />and it's been a long time coming <br />for these dreams I have to share <br /> <br />if you go looking for me <br />in the Village <br />on the sandy strand in Venice <br />or among the poets in Salinas <br />you will find me there always <br />with my words <br />ready to sing <br />ready to die <br /> <br />even as the rain falls <br />you should be able to hear <br />if you listen well <br />as I come and go and come again <br />to stay <br />as surely as I have left <br />my words behind unheard <br /> <br />know I was the one <br />for silence holds no end for me <br />and wait for me <br />wait for my words <br />and let everyone know I am coming <br />back to the streets <br /> <br />listen to the sunset <br />as she plays among the waves <br />revealing the shock of darkness <br />as she bursts into a whisper <br />glances off a shadow <br />and is gone <br />left to me waiting <br />in the silence of a shooting star<br /><br />Robert Combs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-99/
