Silence is golden in the darkness of night,
Like a rogue missile above a sleeping city.
It is heartbeats that fill the exploding quiet,
Of an empty abode echoing it's memories.
The chilled air from the wooded night,
Through an open portlet of past and present,
Sweeps in squelching the shattered silence ,
Settling like dust on an untouched mantle.
Fire crackles where the chilled air meets,
A invisible onslaught ensues upon contact,
Oblivious the heart beats alone restrained,
Slowing to the speed of a vibrating solid.
Howling escapes the constraint of eve,
Dancing among the stars to music unheard,
Heartbeats ripple among the foreboding mishap,
Unrealized action presents an interesting shock.
The heart beats continuously freed of pain,
The hurt itself now the night air abound,
A heavy laden sigh of calm quivers,
Silence is golden in the darkness of night.
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