I hear the silence beckoning to me again
Calling to me like an old friend
Calling me to the silence of the grave
Calling me back to the silence, I crave.
Beckoning me from my pleasant dream
Beckoning me back to a world enseamed.
The thundering call of silence
Pulls me back to my innocence
JPM 1/2/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem