GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 289

BETWEEN SILENCES: Night caves in with an immoderate haste, Bringing with it the intoxicating draught of deathly gloom A stifling silence whispers to the flickering flames of a candle shuddering in the first chills of an approaching winter, In a vague attempt to break the monotony, I open the old yellowing pages of your journal Running my fingers over the neat faded writing, Breathing in the effervescence of nostalgia, feeling your touch on the parchment A queer upsurge of smiles and tears inflames my veins, 289