Silence is so much stronger at night,
As if the day has noise just from its light.
Flick the switch and it becomes a tomb
and the sound of a heartbeat is cause for fright
Silence lasts so much longer at night-
the wind is unseen, but still felt
on the skin and dimly dead leaves take flight.
The day is full of noise and of light.
Prattling voices crescendo in the distance-
I shut the window, close the drapes and hide.
The clearest silence is found at night
And I keep my house open to its echoes-
Oh your voice, your voice… No. Only the quiet.
But then the day is noise and a shifting light-
I wonder how to trust something so inconstant.
Inevitability calls for surrender. There still might…
Yes! Twilight carries victory and the silence of night.
I wait though it may be an eternal post
At this border of worlds and of lights.
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i maintain a very weird sleep schedule just so i can waking in the middle of the night and write in the silence that is the night… i live in a very quiet rural area,, but daylight silence is not the same… i really enjoyed this piece…..
paisley’s last blog post: while i am waiting…. from http://whypaisley.com
Thanks Paisley! I also am a fan of the night. Silly corporate day-job….