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The Flowers & The Bells
Of Night
For Edward Alganon Brown, brother of Miles Eric Brown
Silence and the night, the day that never comes.
Walls that close in, rain that's seeping trough.
The tears that flood our eyes, as the floor is flooding too.
Silence and the night, a day that never comes.
The city of our life, the life that came to be.
Strangers passing in our life, remain a stranger be.
What good are they, what good are we, for death will
take us all. It’s amidst the ringing bells, at the
twilight of our lives that the eyes of darkness call.
Silence and the night, a day that came too soon.
As a man lay smothered and submerged in blood at my feet,
his pain swells up within my heart. The sorrow that I
felt inside, brought tears into my eyes. Then my tearing
eyes began to bleed, it joined the blood around his sides.
The blood turned into flowers, the flowers to a sea,
the sea into an ocean, the ocean seizing me.
Flowers and the night, the night that often came.
No one comes to visit when you're finally all alone.
While you're amidst your empty room and there’s no one
left at home.
Bells in the night, the day that never comes.
Who would want to speak with you, when you're left without
a care? For this only makes them see themselves, a thing
that most can't bear.
Silence and the night, the flowers that won't bloom.
For without the sunshine of the day, their beauty is consumed.
Silence and the night, the bells of night I ring.
With hope that love will find a day,
where flowers beauty brings...
P. J. Campise
