#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams.

You hear only the voices of echo
A quiet echo from your cool mind
All the same you feel a vacuum
An unusual emptiness in your heart

So, we will remember our old times
we will consider our rugged days
As we get a writing on our heart
A new note to take us till the other day

© Sir Taitophil