Silentium?

[amenOra]

Silentium -

I was headed West,
in the direction of the voice.
I couldn't find the ends
To the town I once walked.

There was that dark cliff,
A lip poised above the water.
There was your face, happy,
Laughing at a joke;
You and I frozen there.

I take out my heart
From the drawer in the air,
And weigh 'feeling'
On a nickle-plated scale.

The cups are cracked,
The dishes still gleam.

Every little haunting voice is
Conveyor of these poetries--
Haunted by the Soul within.
Everything we know that means
The whiteness of snow in dreams.
And the dimness of morning.

I do not know, in the end,
Why the blue leaking light breaks
Over this faithful, crystalline.
I haven't found them yet;
The search for the Silent lands.

And the voices, when they are
Gone, even the memory
Drinking breath of Lethe ...

stops.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I like that you added a question mark in the title. It sets the stage for the searching nature of this versing. I strongly sense longing behind the observations. Even the finality of the ending ' stops' leaves me wondering if this is the final word.

Intriguing. Enjoyable. Thank you.

[amenOra]

I think the final word is silent. I wrote this in the morning, scrambled to my computer, and just had the idea for the title as "Silentium" and the question mark came almost as an afterthought, right as I was posting it; serendipity! Thank you for the comment.
I long to describe the feeling! Ever-so-fleeting, such likeness to a nymph. Peace RLW. And Love.