EMPTY SILENCE
WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON
OCTOBER 2O18
THE MOONS RISING AGAIN OVER THE HOLLOW
THE WIND HAS THE CLOUDS ON THE RUN
OCTOBER STARS DOT THE SKY
I'M A LITTLE SAD AND I'M
NOT REALLY SURE I KNOW WHY
THE GEESE TAKE WING
TO FOLLOW THE SUN
FALLEN LEAVES BLANKET THE FOREST FLOOR
THE PATH BARELY DISCERNIBLE
IN THE COLD GRAY LIGHT
MY SOUL GROWS HEAVY AND DREARY
THE PROSPECT OF SIX MONTHS OF WINTER
A LOOMING REALITY
A WORLD OF WHITE COLD AND CRISP
UNFORGIVING TO EXPOSED SKIN
TO REJECT IT OR EMBRACE IT
NOW A MOOT POINT
IF THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE
I'M WAITING
WHATEVER'S IN THE MAKING
REMAINS TO BE SEEN
I STEEL MYSELF AGAINST FATES WILL
AS SEASONS COME AND GO
ONLY TIME WILL TELL
OUT OF THE MIST I SEE
THE STREETLIGHTS GLOW
MORE EMPTY SILENCE
I GET TO KNOW EVERY INCH
OF THIS PLACE
THE TIME THAT CAME
AND SLIPPED AWAY
I ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS MINE
SO MUCH FADED
THE LINES BEGIN TO BLUR
STARING AT THE RIVER
FLOWING THROUGH MY SOUL
I THINK ITS GONNA BE OKAY
BUT I'M NOT SURE
SCORPIO'S RISING
BORN THIS TWENTY SEVENTH DAY
SIX DECADES PASSED
THEY WENT SO FAST
THE DARKNESS CAME
AND WENT LIKE THE SUN
OUT OF THE SHADOWS
TO STAND IN THE LIGHT
BRING ME SUNSHINE
DON'T BE SHY
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY
EVERYTHING'S GOT TO BE
SO COMPLICATED
SIMPLE WAS A WAY OF LIFE
I KNOW THAT THINGS
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
AFTER THIS OCTOBER NIGHT
AN EMPTY SILENCE
WITH SO MUCH TO SAY
AND OH A WORLD OF WHITE
IT USUALLY STRIKES AT NIGHT
EVERYONE'S CONFUSED
ITS ALWAYS SAD TO LOSE
THE SUN
UNTIL THE EMPTY SILENCE
COMES UNDONE
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