Your whisper cannot ride the louder wind... <br />Your frown becomes the night, <br />The owl, high and hidden delights in song <br />And does not meet your broken eyes. <br /> <br />The tick of night ticks and ticks, ticks <br />And sleeps. And you, you cry and sing <br />A quiet tune the gentle night birds do not hear. <br />Beneath this sheet of night and sweat, you hide <br />With just your deafening tears.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-and-tears/
