White Wedding Dress
Silent ever silent.
Not one word
heard in twenty years.
No voice
by choice
to passify the tears.
Magpie ever lone.
A solitary course to home.
Silent ever spoken.
In and out of loss
because her heart is broken.
But if they only knew
her secret,
when far from others,
when sealed in
the show can begin.
A raising of the tempo
and heat
for in her moment long
and high in force
in song her angel voice
to heaven soars
and every creeping insect
and every crack around
in shot of ear
will weep at once
when in reciept
of that clear sound.
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