Echoes of the Night
Empty room, cold walls...
drying rain outside. This place
has no windows, no doors.
Night! Where is your comforting darkness?
This room, this empty room-- its shades
are not those of sweet dreams and peaceful deepness.
They are the color of vacuum, lack
of substance and light.
Only silence echoes in this empty chamber...
Night, can you not enfold me
with the soft black silk of day's passing?
And Night...
where is the ebony embrace of your arms?