At twilight out walking the dog
The streets empty and quiet
Lights on in some of the houses
The others dark and dreaming
She said she was overwhelmed
By a state of deepest silence
A soundless rapture
Of pure smiling peace
That stopped and seemed to lift
Her out of herself
A stillness she didn't want to leave
And when she tried to describe this
To her husband he looked at her
Like she was a child
Or was maybe finally going mad
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