In abject silence, what to think of.

 

The quietness of a ticking clock?

The loneliness of a bird

Perched on an empty branch?

The ember in a dying restless soul

That wants to dance…

The ageing sun

That will someday sink

Into the sky

Blueink to black.

 

But today we shall smile

And sleep

As long as our earth goes round

And our time goes right.