The black of night is all but vile
the only time I feel closer
to a power beyond this world
a power that grants life
the music unheard echoes around
so faint it almost isn't there
a melody that's sweet and sad
singing itself until it dies away
gentle rain falls on the earth
the soil is a giver of life
a familiar scent is spread again
in the air and everywhere
comforting is the depth of night
a loneliness in synchronicity
with all there is
and all there could be
an eternity until morning light
how many lives could pass
without a single thought
of what was and will be
something in the weeping mist
like a ghost in the haze
or just a lucid dream
it disappears forever
sleep is now a stranger
friend to all but me
this silence is healing
all wounds of past