Silence

A night time silence is different from any other. It hums eerily, buzzing in your ears a hallowing quite that does not desist till the sun breaks dawn. I inhale the still peace and digest my solitude, as my heart yearns for freedom from the lonely confides of an empty night. My love for night's private dreamland of dark is always a constant craving. It delights my weary soul, but the true reality is bitter. In the silent shadows, just how alone i am is reflected. When was it the stars of night became so far?
The night grew so sweet within their presence, a friendly celestial spectator to share my woes. Silence was there, shared, not alone. Soundless breaths, soundless heartbeats felt on the quite rhythm of day's eve. This is where life began, cultivated in the warming dreams of curious minds. Creative and desperate, forever striding for the stars, a place i'd like to be... there they are now, reaching for the heavens, leagues ahead of me.
My fingers fumble, grasping on empty, i bite my lip and smile. Yes, i am happy for them.

I rock back into the silence, i've fallen so deeply in. It's no longer the same, but i still love it.
Alone, my hearts cries, as loudly as it can. It's night time, and sound is unheard and quite.

Nothing breaks the night, nothing breaks the silence. And the silence of night is like no other...

(12/20/08 2:45AM)