There is some beauty in the silence too;
In the darkness of the night I carve your face.
Your simple words echo in my mind all night through—
Like the crickets’ chirrups, they play a symphony apace.
The night is not too long for the dreams of you;
For I have plenty of those— the only guiding light I see.
I find some pleasure in the rejections too,
And in my mind it’s already ‘we’.