The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you

again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds

while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my

brain. Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams, I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone. 'Neath the halo

of a streetlamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes

were stabbed by the flash. Of a neon light that split the

night. And touched the sound of silence. And in the