The silence

The sound of a noise ,

In silence , in darkness

In nightmares and desolations,

the sound that haunts

the soul, that lives

Upon its dreams and fears ..

The melancholy that follows

When the sun sets

Upon the horizon in a pale color..

When the past is gone and the  future awaits

The present , it propels

to feel unsound  amidst everything sane…

It all comes back

In shades of grey,

Not too white for it can’t stay

Not too black for it won’t be the same..

But alas! There it is again

The knock on the door,

The sound of the footsteps,

The blanket of the winter bed

With her initials on it.

The silence that follows

Will never stop screaming

In our little house of infinite dreams….

Author's Note

For a little darling, who is in heaven now. Love you sara.