The Night Silence

Peace, peace and tranquility of mind Peace and submission to life, whither my soul it wishes to bind Or whither it wishes to have it freed Whichever, the silent night does be made of its own creed How engulfing, how overwhelming, how enveloping Silent night, awaking in me emotions I had long kept sleeping Passionate yearnings, fiery desires The night does be dressed in sensual attires Longings which never came through Ambitions which never came true Stories which never ended A life lived at its best, but which shall still be regretted A life lived on a gifted faith A life lived in half A life lived on wise choices A life lived on dreaming solaces Glorious moon, glittering stars All meant to calm down my inner wars All meant to remind me that useless are all of my woes For someday, someday, I shall wake up to new tomorrows Pray, the night silence does be made of its own essence Romantic, elevating, seeking to glorify the human race Yes, the night silence does be made of acceptance, of hope, of expectation The night silence does be made of an introspective glance!