Night silence is deafening,
In still of night when all creatures,
Have finished having their say,
No word or touch comes in any form,
Festering my mind, staining our hearts,
How little it would take, with moments to spare,
To fill emptiness a silent night brings,
Clock will tick-tock on never losing momentum,
Days run together as silence sustains,
No word or touch will come,
An endearing night becomes our enemy,
Gnawing away each day making all seem alike,
Warm sunshine tries it's best to hide,
A deafening silence each new day brings,
Without feeling tender moments of you.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 3:52 PM UTC
Night silence is deafening,
In still of night when all creatures,
Have finished having their say,
No word or touch comes in any form,
Festering my mind, staining our hearts,
How little it would take, with moments to spare,
To fill emptiness a silent night brings,
Clock will tick-tock on never losing momentum,
Days run together as silence sustains,
No word or touch will come,
An endearing night becomes our enemy,
Gnawing away each day making all seem alike,
Warm sunshine tries it's best to hide,
A deafening silence each new day brings,
Without feeling tender moments of you.
