Silence March 24, 2016March 24, 2016Cold, Concepts, Darkness, Dream, Emotions, Evening, Irony, Life, Morning, Night, Sadness, Time2 Comments The night’s slow passage A stanza in the poem Of my sleeplessness
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.