Monday, 11 February 2013

The Sound Of A Silent Night

Moving swiftly
Among the shadows,
I sauntered deeper 
Into the still woods.

The taut, low slung 
Moon, spilled
A silvery hue that
Accentuated the dark
Evergreen form of every tree. 

I proceeded with forgone
Conclusion, hoping that
The indefinite melody of
The night would guide me.

I walked on, leaving behind
Colossal tree after tree, stepping
On wild grass and
Unevenly eroded pebbles.

Lost in anticipation,
I yearned to hear something.
Anything.
But my hope was for aught.

For all I could hear
Was my own racing heart
And the incessant sound
Of a silent night.

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