My Worded Night

Can there be another quiet night? A night never known to be in existence A night to have blanket over light A night to have shared broken silence It hides, hiding and hidden well Never in the findings to find and be found And it dwells so well where darkness fell Too pure in soundings perhaps, to even hear a sound Is there a way, is there that day? To be here, to be there, somewhere and nowhere Was there that day, to have fade away? Yet nowhere am I somewhere to be here nor there And lost I am not to myself, but reality And lost I am to myself, but dreams Am I given a chance to cheat time with tranquility? Was I given a chance to cheat death from within? I am still seeking that night however… A night never known in existence to be Yet found once was it worded another! A night in silence to once be broken by me