Aleksandra Posted June 24, 2012 Share Posted June 24, 2012 Before the sun was up he had opened a window. Birds, insects, dogs, and cars from far away were making sounds in his silent summer night. The water was slipping into his throat in this naked silence. The countryside was asleep like every other night. But tonight, I took his eyes to look through his window, to hear the dogs while everyone was sleeping, even he, now, while I give lyrics to this sound of the night during my clear, chilly morning. Everyone else is asleep, and we love the silence around us with just dogs barking far away and birds so near my window. Before the sun comes up he hears the sounds of the night. Birds, insects, dogs, and far away cars are all that matter in this silent night. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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