There’s A Certain Sound Of Night Poem by Dan Brown

There’s a certain sound of night,
Draining balloons –
That pierces, like the knife
Of light from the moons.

Numb heart, it gives us –
We can find no escape.
But offered-only love,
Can ease brutal rape.

None may see it – Ever –
‘Tis a ghost rarely seen –
A solid, oak doorway
To a place never been.

When it comes, my arms react –
I listen – hold my breath –
When it goes, ‘tis like the rogue
Being sentenced to death.