So quiet is Sir Night tonight.

Only soft whispers of wind

accompany the deafening silence:

a torturing silence for the sinned.


In this moment of deafness,

any noise is told to flee.

Fly away, unwelcome interruption.

Let the lonely wind fly free.


The floating balls of light we call stars

are visible, for now clouds are blocking their view.

The moon stands out, the brightest of all

revealing a clear silence I never knew.


The energetic bugs reply

to wind’s gentle call.

A conversation is taking place

in a language we have no knowledge of at all.


Humans weren’t made to understand,

just to wonder and dream

about Sir Night with a silence such as this:

natural beauties working as a team.

~ EMS

Saturday, July 26, 2008

3:45 AM

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