(Celebrating the holidays often means grieving for loved ones gone)
They fade from sight, our unspoken dead,
As we remember their lives in silence.
With each passing day we still more regret
That we only speak to them in our dreams.
We cannot decry that we live in hope
That in their passing they knew of our love.
We fear the grief that we bring with love
Should we now speak of our unspoken dead,
And we tell ourselves that we only hope
That we can now give solace with silence
And keep them unspoken but for our dreams,
To trouble not the living with regret.
The blush of each dawn brings forth new regret
For the lost chances to speak of our love
And grieve for the fact that only in dreams
Can we now speak to our unspoken dead.
Do we in truth give solace in silence
To others who cherish such unspoken hope?
We trouble not the living and we hope
That solitary grief will stay regret,
That others find comfort in our silence.
But do we forget that they also love,
And in silence mourn their unspoken dead,
To also find their solace only in dreams?
We speak of our love again in our dreams
And in waking silence we may then hope
We bring no grief with our unspoken dead,
But in keeping close that painful regret
We forget, in quietly grieving love
That we can’t celebrate their lives in silence.
I do no service to those gone by silence,
Giving voice to them only in my dreams.
I choose instead to celebrate the love
I hold for them in ever present hope,
And cherish them without my doubt’s regret
That I have not well loved my unspoken dead.
Should I choose to love in quiet silence,
My unspoken dead just in passing dreams,
Then I can’t hope that I will not regret.
Tracks of a Wandering Mind 