Крик Тишины

The world is asleep.
The clock has run down.
Although the blue blanket covers the town.
We sit in the window.
No candles are lit.
Just watching the shadows that silently flit.
The universe holds its breath for a while as
I catch the trace of your sorrowful smile.
The silence is sacred.
The silence is deep.
It knows all the promises we couldn't keep.
We love with a passion so heavy and pure.
A beautiful madness that has no cure.
Looking at you, I see in your eyes
The reflection of infinite darkening skies.
And
I see fall in the quiet night