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.