Silver Language

Silver Language
By Bobbi Sinha-Morey

 

At dawn when I awoke
my eyelids were wet
with tears shed in dreams.
Now my eyes are open
but there is nothing to see,
only the sly spider of the
night who crept through
the red doors of daybreak
to wait inside my room.
Before when I had slept
every sound was witness
to the silver language of
mutes. They pressed ink
drops from my heart and
I bled with blood that
never heals. I dream t of
messages on the black
sails of my tongue. Shiny
threads of light freed my
words and when I turned
to the window the silence
stretched its rainbow to
the sky.

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Bobbi Sinha-Morey is a reviewer for the online magazine Specusphere and a poet. Her poetry can be seen in places such as Orbis, Gloom Cupboard, Falling Star Magazine, Pirene’s Fountain, and Bellowing Ark, among others. Her latest book of poetry, Rain Song, is available at  www.writewordsinc.com
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