In the still of night
a lonely cry can be heard
as it echoes through time
and space.

It knows no bounds.
It has no prejudices ...
for a heart that is lonely,
has no home ... no resting place.

The lonely heart feels
only the cold of winter
yet seeks the warm solace
which seems as distant as
the eclipse of the sun.

It is as though the soul
is crying out
for a life that is ending...
and has not yet begun.

Camouflaged in smiles
worn on a made up face.
Beauty of the inner soul ...
does it hide and leave no trace?

Listen to the sounds in the still of night.
Does not a fallen tree make a sound
in the forest when no one
is around to hear?

Have we not all heard
the sound of silence?
Such is the case
of cries in the night
and the drops of a lonely tear.

I want to walk in the company
of others who also
hear the cries in the night.

Walk with me.. hold my hand..
together let us walk into the light.

~AngelKat50~
Copyright September 1999