Herculean Thoughts

XVII.

To be one with silence,
and to be embraced by the stillness
of the moon and the time
as noise fades out in the dark.

I desire to keep this moment
and pray it never ends
for it is the only serenade
that reaches the pits of my being.

It is danger to long silence-
a drug so eerily captivating
Take it and drown down
Close your eyes, be numb

Don't listen, don't think
Feel the dance of nothingness.
Salvation has a name
and it appears to be silence.