Enveloped

here we are together in this darkness enveloped in the deepest shade of black connected through this misery lingering in the air the burden of goodbye a heavy ringing in my ear it's a silent reminder an afterthought of sorts bad dreams, hollow sleep of dark rooms, empty homes and things without names memories of murder the shades that fell i wouldn't prefer to answer the question the last quiet cord to be severed nothing to take with you nothing left for you to keep the music is over, there's no-one here it's snowing heavily i can't even see my breath escaping never to return "I lingered around them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath of harebells listened the soft wind breathing though the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in the quiet earth." [Emily Bronte (1818-1848)]