A Blizzard Calls

Sometimes I lie in bed at night, And listen to the sound, Of the sweet silence cradling me, For to it I am truly bound. But sometimes as I lie awake, Silence leaves and does not stay, And the calls and whispers keep me up, Of a blizzard cold and grey. It sounds so lonely outside, I want to wish it well, Tell it everything will be okay, Remove it's sorrow from whence it dwell. I love my silence with all my heart, Like a mother does her child, But sometimes it does bring me joy, To hear a blizzard call from outside.