My Silent Night

What sadness to this lowly form doth prevail,
for deficient are the rays of hope which come

neutered from within times hidden veil.
 Collapsing now of hearts sound and true ,
granting unto the darkness 

the fading dreams which once did soothe.

Oh, how shall I say,

That our time should not be this way
for I Cannot deal with this sting any more,
nor can I revive hope from the fleeting shore,
for lost am I, cast into a stormy sea
left to drown in blackness

formed by clouds of infirmity.
Yet strong must I be,
as in the company of others...my strength they must see,
alas though in the quiet of my silent night,
I shall suffer my longing, unto myself,

and when no one is looking

I softly…in my silent night…cry.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004