The Silence

In this, we are,
we feel, invisible,
the weight on the world,
barreling down right to a head,
keeping your securely fastened to the ground.
She is the mistress of the night,
only to exist, silent she softly breaths.
We find ourselves lost in this very lack of thought,
the air still, our senses attent.

The family of perception follows closely behind,
it is meant to be broken, it is longs to be disturbed,
as it begs for interruption.
Bring me your senses, bring me the light,
follow me deeper into this night.

You will find your path at the end of this,
still burying you deeper than you can begin.
But keep on a steady stride for the nights sky,
the glow of the stars only glimmer the travels of their life.

The still calls to me, it whispers through its flight.
Come to me softly into this night,
for we are mere figures in this stillness so bright.
Your senses overwhelm,
to your knees on a whim you follow
When you think there is nothing,
you will find no more in the light.
Silence is the master holding the golden key
interaction would be lost to such grand plight.