Now it is I the one listening to the silence of the night
And its breathtaking soft whispers calling
trying to understand what those calls mean now
It seems I know them though I dont know if they are safe
I want to open the door, I want to go out and dance their music
I want myself to feel involved by their soft breeze
I want to reach and learn from the mysterious
From that silence, from that gaps
but there's this fear unknown and strange
that holds me
I stand by the door hesitating
I have turned the bolts off
And Im letting the shadows come into light...
tilting a little over dim dunes
spelled by their quiet promises,
but held by the clarity of that back light
that withholds our pasts
yet wanting so much to dive into that mist
I wonder if the pale moon shadow that I perceive out there
would be enough to guide me through perhaps uneven paths?
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