http://slow.writerscafe.org/silenthedges The original writings of author elysian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776225953 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every night I lie awake and listenTo creaky doors and squeaky floors'' 'Tis only the weather'', the wind sighs -'' 'Tis only me on the moors.''Every night the old house shakesAs if a ghost had cursed the walls; '' 'Tis only the hymn of winter'', the wind sighs -'' 'Tis only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1595971/ The sighing winds had lulled me here;The waltzing boughs, too, had fallen for its charm;The ivy, the ferns, the alders and the birches; The quivering hemlock against my arm.The travelled path was now long left behind,And on hills of gentle moss I stood and gazed aboutTo find the purple cloak of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1595257/ When sorrow fills me these silent hours,When hope has flown o’er restless waves,I watch the grey clouds sigh out heavens showers,Awaiting blue skies to soon come again.I think I know still, that the mind may turn brighter,With each merry thought that blooms in its core;How soon enough the year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1425681/ There is a light in the distance,yet towards it there is no road.There is a light, I can see it,on midnight clouds its golden reflection afloat.There is a shimmer, among many a tree,that any eye but mine ceases so see.A shimmer there is still,but I can’t reach it, ah, not I will.There is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1208809/ My soul, destined to be lit; how it aimlessly dwells;among darkened hills, among its hidden spells,and in the distance all that I hear; the summoning of bells.Far above me, the high trees they are bending,the once deeply hidden moon slowly ascending;here in pale nothingness of black and white,I dwel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1128592/ But how the realisation of my very existence has grown likeflowers, yet none beautiful; each dayI wonder, I think, I doubtas to why I am here, as to if I amliving, as to if I ever may.You see, I have somehow stopped knowing myselflong ago, yet I thought I did find ''me''just yesterday, but I as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1107053/ I looked for you whilewalking through forgotten aislesof the ever so quiet librarythe nearby woods the solitary streetswhere no soul ever wandersafter evening falls.The long rides I take inalmost empty trains.Surely I failed; againso I tried theoceans of unknown faces andits silhouettes offigur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1074252/ But to be a careless birdchasing the limitless heavens of untroubled airno desire to look down atthe jealous gazeof two eyesblankly followingfrom a chair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1052980/ And my soul continues to reveal its dark corners,and my mind has sailed through furious wavesAnd my awareness I thought I once had I have no longer,for I am dwelling in an unknown place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1051349/ I am startingto fallin the illusion ofwhere the lovers dwell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silenthedges/1049768/