Silent Soul

Silent soul: pierce the heavens. For this flash, a feyic plight.
Something frantic flights the heart. But silent soul, a
Cautious voice. And so many tears: the dungeon, a salient
Secret. She drifts the silence. My soul, circumspect: my
Spirit, an acre afar; and depth the future, a vatic pain.
Address the portrait, it dangles midair, aloof the seeking
Eye. And silent soul, lingers mid the temple. They flame
The wire, an unspoken sea. I pause, gleaning wounds.
Such a breach: a public fortress. And such keenness—to
Sketch a sonnet. Is this the birth of ambition? Are doves
Shedding faith? I ask, to ponder silence; and she utters a
Sentence. Indeed, silent soul, breathe the truth—induce the
Magic. Else, depart; and I wrote a tear of ambivalence. But
Mystic heart, a fount aflame, within a silent soul.