Something breaks the quiet night,
Like a whisper on the wind.
A distant weeping fills the air,
From a heart that will not mend.
A mournful song of sorrow,
Dances through a midnight sky.
A haunting tragic melody,
Of a love that cannot die.
A sound of endless sadness,
Comes pouring from the soul;
Telling there a story,
Of a love that has grown cold.
Sorrow rises to the moon,
Then dances with the clouds;
Bringing to them pouring rain,
That speaks this grief out loud.
Then as the rain pours down to earth,
Each drop a rain filled tear;
This haunting tragic melody,
Is all the night can hear.
The song that floats there in the night,
Like a whisper in the wind;
Dancing through the midnight sky,
From a heart that will not mend.
Allison Chambers Coxsey
c1996
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