Silence.

Silence. 
That's all I long for. 
Silence. 
I long for that feeling just before you drift off to sleep
When your spirit leaves your body
And begins to fall
Down 
Down through a whirl of colors
Through an array of blues, yellows, oranges, greens, browns.
Red.
Then...silence. 
I long for it. 
I long for the silence.
The peace of the night
To float throughout the blackness
Finally being able to rest
Not a worry in my soul. 
And to be able to return home. 
Home is where the stilled hearts beat.