Silence by Rich Herrick

Silence

There's silence in the air.
A hint of dreams in despair.
Gentle breezes caressing the night
and the shimmering moon of twilight.
A haze of moonlight cuts the darkened sky,
revealing the downward glance of misty eyes.
A quivering body casts shadows upon the wall,
images of sorrow hardly visible at all.
A fragile mind tries to cope
knowing there is no ray of hope.
A puddle of tears dampens the floor,
a limpid pool of no like before.
A figure sits in the center of the room
quietly weeping alone in the gloom.
Her head in her hands. Her fingers curled.
A closed door to the world.