dark hours

in those dark hours
when silence strikes the soul as a loud noise
the moth of dark thoughts
dies its last flutter
and lies in death - 
beneath 
the creeks of voices stifled 
all day long


in those dark hours
when silence strikes the soul as a loud noise
alights a light
from the stricken soul
and a glow worm slowly raises its head
from beneath
the creeks of voices stifled 
all day long


in these dark hours
we face the mirror
and cry for ourselves


in this dark hours
we face the mirror
and fall in love with ourselves