Silent Perfection

Falling in wretched silence taunting us with perfection, that we may never see. Flaws invisible, in a cool winter night. The moon like a ghost in the sky. Not a sound rings with the wind, falling in beautiful silence. Covering the dead in a pale sheet as the night passes in a mourning silence. Waiting for the rising sound waiting to glisten and dance before our eyes. To bring a shimmer of perfection to our world filled with sound perfection comes in silence.