DREAM

Silence keeps a space where thoughts resound     
And clatter on some polished place.     
No matter, but I dreamed of death and saw     
A sweet white face that smiled and meant to speak.    

Till some response of fear within myself     
Shattered the transparent film, before I felt,     
And left a noisy night.

 
©1972 William H. Southwell
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