Silent Cries.

Beneath the moon's pale, quiet face, The wind whispers of untold grace. Shadows linger where truths reside, Hearts are heavy, yet mouths abide. In stillness thick as ocean's deep, Dreams and fears together do weep. Eyes convey what lips cannot bring, Silent cries, an invisible string. What pain holds back the aching tone? Each tear falls where no light has shone. Our mourning lives in unseen skies, A symphony of silent cries.