Mums and Garters

Silence dances among the sounds of bells.
Our voices do not carry as they would
If we were only honest with ourselves.
Silence is golden truly bound and good,
But the bells are silver and blue. They ring
Within our souls, reminding all of what
They mean. A gift from you to me and things
From me to you, these games played strangely—but
We play along every time that they say
It is again that time of year for bows
And laughter that means we know how to play
The game of lies and faking silly shows.
The candy means as much as words written
In paint: little more than to be bitten.