By Martin Falatic
Written 2000-01-19
Revised 2000-01-19

Falling through the night, we gaze within,
At dreams hung darkly like stars at midnight,
Or crystal tears,
Having neither shadow nor reflection to give.
Yet, there is a music here,
A song, a chorus,
Echoing faintly
Like a breeze within a downpour,
Drowned in the chaos,
The mundane.

Falling through the night, we gaze within,
At dreams hung darkly…
The endless song remains,
Whispering to the soul,
Asking only for a moment of quiet
That we might hear it….