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When The Quiets Of The Night Echo So Loud

Updated on December 12, 2011

When The Quiets Of The Night Echo So Loud

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Soon the weeping willows will blend in to make something So Beautiful.... like this "Then the Branches of My Life Become Roots of Wisdom"
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Soon the weeping willows will blend in to make something So Beautiful.... like this
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"Then the Branches of My Life Become Roots of Wisdom"
"Then the Branches of My Life Become Roots of Wisdom" | Source

When The Quiets Of The Night Echo So Loud

When the quiets of the night echo so loud
When there is nothing to lighten
My heaviness in my heart

And the shadows of yesteryears

Seem to return with vengeance

I blink as if I am trying to change a Chanel
Nothing is changing

My body quivers with fear

Of the sunrise to come , for what will it bring

Pining within my thoughts

Peace and joy seldom are dreamed

All I hear now are voices in my heart
speaking to me

Thump-Pound.... thump-pound..... with each beat

As if they were standing before me ,directing my life
My body quivers again , again

throughout the night

and as I have

given into all this

Thump-Pound....thump-pound .....

Then I quiver as if it were my last time

My mind ponders on the nostalgia

This time no fear
The windows of hope are opened
The morning breeze whispers through
Birds chant
A song many long to hear
The sunrise glistens across my dreams again
Giving me a love to live
As I lay here breathing
I hear each breath
In ....... Out ...... In
again and again
A calm comes to me
And my surroundings
awaken with the morning
Sunrise
A new day has come

Yes ! Yes !

Yesterday is sleeping

in the weeping willows and the branches

Of misfortunes and untimely fears

Still tangled as they may be

But they are sleeping at least
And I hope for a real long time


And if not I hope with each passing night
Only to hear the quiets of the night echo not so loud

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    • graebear profile image
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      graebear 5 years ago

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read my hubs .

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      Cresentmoon2007 5 years ago from Caledonia, MI

      So beautiful... I sense some hope here, though there is fear. Voted up.

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      graebear 5 years ago

      Thank You all for your uplifting comments,votes. All are welcomed and treasured .

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      Annie Fenn 5 years ago from Australia

      A beautiful poem of fear, release and hope, matched with your images of turmoil and calm makes for an allround great hub. I relate to your words and like what I read. Thank you, my votes to you, graebear.

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      mindwaves 5 years ago from Mumbai

      I agree with jessica...the way the mood progressed through your poem was beautiful

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      jessica.written. 5 years ago from Flagstaff, Arizona

      i loved the way the mood progressed through your poem. it was beautiful. nicely done.