The moonlight falls onto my skin, Silver and rippling And I feel a semblance of peace. I close my eyes To let it all in And let it all go. My eyes glisten With the reflection Or tears perhaps. I find I donβt care which. Because peace is precious, Peace and a certain kind of silence. Not the lonely kind, The suffocating kind. Just the silence of calm. I allow myself hope for a moment That everything could be ok, That I might be ok.