Hello darkness, my
old friend,
I've come with talk with you again
Because a vision softly
creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was
planted in my brain, Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In
restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Neath the
halo of a streetlamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my
eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light,
Split the night
And
touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw,
Ten
thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking,
People
hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared, And
no one dared
To stir the sound of silence
Fool, said I, you do not
know,
Silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words and I might teach you,
Take my arms then I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops
fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and
prayed
To the neon god they'd made
And the sign flashed its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the
prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And
whispered in the sounds of silence
.........*..*...........
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