Silence Posted on March 24, 2016March 24, 2016 by wpadmin The night’s slow passage A stanza in the poem Of my sleeplessness Posted in Cold, Concepts, Darkness, Dream, Emotions, Evening, Irony, Life, Morning, Night, Sadness, Time and tagged Silence.
The night seems to pass
Quickly when you are sleeping
Slow when you cannot
All I get from you,
besides those cryptic, staring eyes,
is your lack of words.