The Silent Lady Gold
There rests a silent house heart-deep
within an autumn wood,
tucked between the mourning trees
where once a palace stood.
Within it rests one single breath,
a sigh time left behind,
and the shadow of a lady gold
upon the walls confined.
She weaves dreams into tapestries,
collects them with the little birds
who hide behind her noiseless lips
like a thousand cage-caught words,
and she paints them with a fragile care
through shattered stained-glass eyes,
and frees them from their silhouettes
to watch them as they fly.
Her own thoughts waltz between the stars
she'd plucked with her bare hand,
once upon a forgotten time
when her voice cast the land.
Alone, she's wrapped in memories
of her grandest tale untold,
the world which tumbled down around
the silent lady gold.
within an autumn wood,
tucked between the mourning trees
where once a palace stood.
Within it rests one single breath,
a sigh time left behind,
and the shadow of a lady gold
upon the walls confined.
She weaves dreams into tapestries,
collects them with the little birds
who hide behind her noiseless lips
like a thousand cage-caught words,
and she paints them with a fragile care
through shattered stained-glass eyes,
and frees them from their silhouettes
to watch them as they fly.
Her own thoughts waltz between the stars
she'd plucked with her bare hand,
once upon a forgotten time
when her voice cast the land.
Alone, she's wrapped in memories
of her grandest tale untold,
the world which tumbled down around
the silent lady gold.