Love Poem: Reward
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Written by: Tony Bush

Reward

Silence becomes it's own reward, 
Nowadays, 
For what use speech in retrospect 
When she can no longer verbally reply? 
In the memories I sift and hoard, 
Pathways 
In much of any respect, 
To another eye within my mind's eye. 

Still, she seeks to dwell, in 
Wombs 
Of birthing thought and thunder 
Always a bright green fuse, 
With wisdom and tales yet to tell,
Rooms 
Stacked with bibles of infinite wonder, 
The living spirit of my muse. 

Still as incisive and razor honed, 
Blades 
Through waters of mental streams,
Somnambulant voiceless words returning; 
Almost as if the soul she owned 
Invades 
At open invite my fondest dreams, 
Our silent passions still burning.