Prolonged Silence

While in this prolonged silence
between a whisper and your ear
embarrassed to repentance
to have desired you appear

Yet silence is a measure
of many ways to say
these words would be my pleasure
if only listening were your way

For in this prolonged silence
accustomed as I am today
you are a distant remanence
of rainbows’ ends turned grey

Then silence pirates sentiments
the treasure hoarded fast
sailing into the sunset
toward an island in the past

So in this prolonged silence
I wander under a vanished spell
smoothing out ambivalence
such no burden for me to quell

That silence is snapped to attention
as dawn breaks into day
setting you free my one intention
yet you’ve already gone away

(This is a companion poem to The Language of Silence, and the original version, which I wrote in French.)