Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk to you again**
Softly crooned words to a favorite song
The atmosphere couldn’t have been better
To lull me into the perfect mood
For romance and sweet talk
Simon and Garfunkle aside
I had walked in feeling romantic
Soft and feminine, ready for smooth words
And pretty gestures, ready to be seduced
And I wasn’t being disappointed
You were at your sexy best
Kissing my fingertips as we waited
Standing at the bar, a table being made ready
As was I, being prepared that is
For the night to come, already in progress
If my weak knees were any indication
And it was to be a night to long remember
I often find myself humming
As I think fondly of the night that began
With the softly crooned lines
To the Sounds of Silence
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
i love that song, and this write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)