The Silence - A Poem

 

THE SILENCE

The night is silent - there is

no wind blowing through the trees,

only silence, the madding silence

of a windless, autumn night.

It racks my brain, this silence

It echoes through the chambers

of my empty, sullen heart

and overwhelms my soul with grief.

If only it would rain - and better

if it should be a stormy rain,

the lightning and clamorous thunder

would brighten this quiet, somber eve.

But still it lingers, this silence

It tarries yet a little longer

to haunt my restless slumber

until at last I sleep - and dream.