In the night I hear
the wind swaying the branches,
tangling my hair,
bending the shadows to dance
their quiet dance.
My cries
fall silent for a moment,
as if I am far away
from myself
and from the world.
In the heart of darkness
a gentle calm is born,
soft and still,
as if the sky
in all its endlessness
is taking me under its wing.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 11:32 PM UTC
In the night I hear
the wind swaying the branches,
tangling my hair,
bending the shadows to dance
their quiet dance.
My cries
fall silent for a moment,
as if I am far away
from myself
and from the world.
In the heart of darkness
a gentle calm is born,
soft and still,
as if the sky
in all its endlessness
is taking me under its wing.
I wrote this song one summer night while sitting in my yard. I guess something just wanted to come out of me.