Walking past the streets
As I look up at the flickering stars
And the lavishing gleam of street lamps
These faces beside me
And the mysteries behind me
No wonder why they feast upon darkness
Silence there is ,but still
Utterance can be heard here
Maybe of the voices inside our heads
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
Walking past the streets
As I look up at the flickering stars
And the lavishing gleam of street lamps
These faces beside me
And the mysteries behind me
No wonder why they feast upon darkness
Silence there is ,but still
Utterance can be heard here
Maybe of the voices inside our heads
