Silent Voices

Oh the quite echoes,
of something less unknown.
I feel the weight around me,
and I take it as my own.

The heaviness of silence,
the emptiness of sleep,
and still your voice
it surfaces,
from the depths
of my dark dreams.

It isn't something menacing,
or even something cruel,
but merely a reminder,
that my life's engrossed
in you.

In all your tiny memories,
your soft and endless sounds.
The evaporating silence,
that still drags me so far down.

But, down here,
it's warm dear.
It's comforting and kind.
There are far less voices,
that occupy my mind.

And in your hole,
I slumber,
the noise slowly subsides,
until I wake tomorrow...

and do it over in the light.