Sound of Silence

The world is at once a new place for me,

in the pail light of midday,

when all else is quiet in the usual way,

the world speaks more softly to me.

A light trance takes all of sense,

and bends here and there,

sculpture of the mind seen at world fair,

a cheap price to pay, to spare sixpence.

In reality this is not reality,

nor is it normal they say,

to love so much the quiet of the midday,

and fade off without battle to finality.

but there is a light comfort hence,

the pretty words and fare,

but to the demons lair,

leads such small laments.

he invades in the silence,

he will find you at your peace,

then remind you of your life's happenstance.

he will remove all hope if allowed and you will have nothing to save,

and that is why this beautiful quiet,

is reserved only for the brave.