Thoughts on a still night

The dried flowers smell of a glory past..
the warmth of my sheets cant kill the cold..
the cold inside .. of a dead hope..
of a hope so withered .. so gone.. so old..

The song begs for memories to rise..
to sway in rhythm with the quiet
the violin stirs a vague recall ...
of a sonnet i am too scared to recite..

Obscure lights keep the night from dark..
Silence cradles.. the mist in the air...
Everything is still...tense for the climax..
I am awake . but, i cant move .. its not fair..

Oh, the stranger i met on my way,
we walk along but yet alone..
Oh the person sleeping by my side..
i wont breathe, dare i miss a stir or a moan..