In the deathly stillness of the night,
I hear only the whispering winds.
They speak of frozen memories and tinkling laughter.
And fragments of long-forgotten times.
Was the night so lonesome and cold...
Just the day before?
Or maybe I am always the last one to know.
Things that have gone missing...
Have been craftily concealed somewhere-
Within this ever-widening chasm.
Will I ever be able to find them again?
Or maybe I will...
When a new day dawns again.