The Quiet Night

Sleeping in the woods, only those who dare to step their foot

The quiet of the night reaches out, it hides behind the sky, the stars, the trees, it lingers

With the misty fog across your eyes, you can't see what is waiting, it breathes heavier

Then you feel the cold, the air begins to swirl, the tumble weeds whirl, and you are there

Across from the cemetery of the blind, the church never knew about the girl who disappeared

The mother cried for months, then she too, left the face of the earth, bewildered in her search

Whatever became. of Rose Mary, the quiet of the night, the only witness

The whispers through the shadows, while the moonlight, shines on the owls. hooting, mating call

Now, the crickets are chirping, the locust are flirting, and the frogs are jumping out of the water

What lies in the creek, down the old trail from the woods, could it be, where the only clue, is where she left her shoe

It is buried under dirt, clay mud, never to be removed, a torn piece of her dress, beneath it, rest

Are these just remains, of a story no one can ever finish, for the quiet of the night, will not let you release

There comes a time, you just have to hide, pretend that you are blind, and hope that the quiet, won't get to you