Silence Is Never Really

[PrttyBrd]

Half an hour in darknessTurns into three in a heartbeatSilent but for the creakingThe wind howls and whispers its secretsNaked eyes of nothing, eternally watchingSounds amplified with closed eyesScreaming sounds of nature barring sleep from taking holdEluding its clutches and being yanked into the presentBy a branch against the window or a soft moan in the wallsShadows of memories of childhood nightmares scuttle across the sleepy mindWorn out nerves lead the way back to irrational dreamsFoggy movements of misshapen nothingGive way to muted colors of warmthThe wind whistles with icy breathThe mind wraps you in a warm blanket and slowly it becomes tomorrow