Silence, Oh Silence Why is it that solitude graces the night? Each of us curled in our own little worlds, Wrapped in contentment, memory, and sometimes pain. Is Death so different; than the lack of the rising sun? To be without light; without warmth, Shadows become solid and objects lose sound Darkness heightens mind, frees the heart All five eyes going nearly blind force us to see Perfection in ecstasy But a harsh Satan shows us A thicker realityof a life not brely begun So here I wait for lovilier fantasies No one knows when the light will dim; when it will go out Yet I feel it coming closer everyday I'll smile, at sunset, you'll see. And show them all I'll be happy when night comes. For me.