She's spread in every corner of the room
Even the darkness dreads from her sight  
Never knows when to come
If the time is wrong or right
Appears in a moment of weakness
There our shields are lowered
Time stands still looks like forever
With out any indication of moving forward
The second before you close your eyes
And dream the dream you long for all day
She's there with all her glory
And you, dread from her, can't make her go away
Her trembling present vanishes every unnecessary word
Makes every touch to a mining lass deed
A touch from her is more powerful then all acts
She is something that once in a while we all desire and need

She is the Silence,
That appears always late
She is the silence that I,
I so hate.