The Silent Song
W.B. Preston
Beneath her stride sweeps melody
Her every step a song.
She sings silently still,
Her whispers live forever.
Sunken under ocean sands,
A stolen treasure hidden,
With the thief lost forever.
See it brightly shinning
Wrapped in boney prison bars?
You know me from the night.
There she lay comfortably,
Sheets of time shift their beds.
Bottom feeders rob the dead.
Lifted heads by woven dreams.
A statue sings to those that see
The shadow's son blissfully.
He dances to her song below
Unheard by passersby.
I touch your toes through dreams and time.
She always seems to cry.
The place she lays where no one knows.
No one goes to see her.
No one hears her song,
But thieves.
And yet they can not see her.
They see the prize.
A stolen dream, a treasure.
Unknowing, all along,
She's worth double her weight in gold!
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