She waits for me behind the Silence Gate.
Sounds leak through the walls I've built;
jumbled, harsh, and meaningless,
they only push me further into the comforting fortress of my heart.
Stone cold castle in my soul shields, but does not protect the spirit
living there, hidden, discontent, and lonely.
I can hear her out there, dreaming,
and I smile, knowing that she lays waiting, behind the Silence Gate.
Occasionally, a sound touches,
quiets the rage inside, but only temporarily;
the quiet before the storm.
Afterwards, I withdraw, retire behind the battlements,
settling onto my throne, deep in the hall where my essence survives;
flickering, but still alive.
She waits for me, dreaming,
smiling a smile that I can see without looking,
and she hears my thoughts, behind the Silence Gate.
There was a time, long ago,
that I ventured forth, a dark man on a pale horse,
looking for love.
But now, I brood, thinking things best left unthought,
dreamless, and empty, and alone.
My arm is outstretched, grasping for what we all need,
but no one is there,
blocked out by locked doors;
so, she waits for me, only in dreams,
beyond the Silent Gate.
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