February 26, 2013

A Letter to the Darkness.

Dear darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again, 
because a vision softly creeping, 
left its seeds while I was sleeping.

In restless dreams I walked alone, silently,
along the narrow streets of cobblestone,
waiting for someone to accompany me,
but none are coming towards me.

In the naked light I saw thousands of people,
maybe more and more, coming to the crowd,
I saw people talking without speaking, 
people hearing without listening.

I saw them too, the people who work hard for their artworks,
the musicians and the writers; 
gathering at the end of the cobblestone corner,
as they wrote songs that voices never share, 
writing poems that sounds never reveal.

my glance then,
went to a group of children within their smiles,
playing their toys on the roadside of cobblestone,
wishing for happiness to not be taken away,
for them to grow up enjoying their childhood days.

but still, no one dared disturb the sound of silence, 
even take a glance on them, no one dared,
except that one girl,
the one that talk to the darkness before.

because she was lonely walking alone the street of cobblestone,
as her wish; she wanted so badly to break the chain of the sound of silence,
by forming the words,  uttering a sentence,
and echoed in the wells of silence.

but then, she woke up from dreaming along the street of cobblestone, 
and she end up whispering instead of talking in the sounds of silence, 
And the vision that was planted in my brain, 
Still remains within the sound of silence.

sincerely and copyrighted wrote by : A girl who dream for a breaking free. :)

Mita Ari

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