The leaves are gone; the world’s gone to sleep <br />The grass is brown the earth is dark and bare <br />And if you look beyond that silent peak <br />Silence is there <br /> <br />Then in the morning when the world’s young <br />When all the children still sigh in their sleep <br />Before the fog is lifted from the ground <br />Silence creeps <br /> <br />But when the flames of fires touch your eyes <br />When everything you’ve loved leaves you alone <br />When even moons refuse to wax and wane <br />Silence moans <br /> <br />So I will walk upon this sidewalk loud <br />And sing old songs that have no melody <br />In hopes that with this lonely clamoring <br />Silence leaves<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-when-the-flames-of-fires-touch-your-eyes/
