When the silence speaks 
At the dead of these summer nights, 
It narrates me tales of brave knights, 
Myths of spirits and witches pale 
And legendary sailors who set sail. 

The silence reminds me about 
Failures from the present and the past, 
As I look at these damned memories with aghast, 
Very slowly creeping on my sanity 
Taking away every last inch of my vanity. 

It talks to me about unrequited love, 
And the mysteries of our colliding hearts — 
The misery of our frequencies not being on the same Hertz—  
Highlighting the bleakness of my mundane life 
Where tragedies and happiness are both rife. 

The profound silence whispers to me
To be optimistic in the face of such tragedy. 
"For the road to paradise begins in hell," 
While I remain a prisoner in my mind's cell. 

The pin-drop silence smiles a smug grin 
As it leaves me to usher in a new day— 
Hopefully one where dreams are fulfilled to the brim 
And one where such night journeys are much less grim. 

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