Silent Poem by Angel Love

As the night stood still, the silence was as loud as trumpets,
On a small hill stood a Wisteria, she stood silent, listening for the nightingale, waiting for the wind,
but they never came,
As the day turned to night she called and called for them,
she wanted to hear the sweet songs of the nightingale,
she wanted to dance to the beat of the wind,
but they would not answer, they would not come,
and silently she cried a lonely cry, and tears of purple fell to the ground,
As the silent became louder she accepted her faith, and slowly she bowed her head, and went to eternal sleep,
and her silence was louder than even trumpets.