BY CAROLE NICHOLS
The night is filled with silence,
And the silence filled with sound;
As two hearts speak to each other,
Our footsteps soft on the ground.
The moon peaks through the hazy clouds,
That keeps the stars out of sight;
Yet our steps are sure as our hearts,
That illuminate the pathway bright.
The mist of the night surrounds us,
Yet the touch is that of something warm;
Laying soft on our skin like a kiss,
A shield that protects our hearts from harm.
And in the silence our hearts whisper,
Straight from that place where dreams abide;
Whispers of hopes and whispers of love,
In the night as we walk, side by side.
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