The Silence

The Silence by James Olin Oden There is no crueler sound, At least that I have found, than silence between two lovers, It echoes ever on, under each and every song, it lies a constant murmur. The dead have more to say, though within the grave they lay, their communion so much the clearer. And as night follow the day, and time widdle away, the silence grows e'er the louder. For did they not once lay, Entwine and sport and play, One breath they held between them. The air was ever filled, With words that ever trilled, The joy they held between them. So Intent would e'er they listen, Their hearts beat to attention, For to see their souls between them. But now the void does fill, A chasm dark and still, There is only silence between them. No there is no crueler sound, though you search the whole world round, than silence between two lovers.