I sit in silence
Hearing only
The beating of my heart
The sound is deafening
As my heart races
Waiting, but for what?
Darkness surrounds me
As I wait
I close my eyes
Against the darkness
Not sure why
When my eyes are closed
I can see the sun
Shining, children playing
Happy times
If I listen to the darkness
I hear my heart pound
If I listen to the sun
I can hear the children playing
I can hear my self singing
If I listen to the sun
I can hear your voice
Whisper in my ear
If I keep my eyes closed
I can feel the warmth
Of your touch
If I listen to the sun
I can be with you
Forever
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 23, 2011
Quite a relationship you have going with the darkness of the closed eyes. I envy you all that, but am very happy you are free to partake in the moments of inner peace and happy children, never mind the warmth you feel near the end. Yes, indeed.
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