White - The Silence Of The Night

There are times I often yearn

for the silence of the night

not the ticking of a clock

or the humming of a light.

Not the tarmac sucking tyre

or the buzzing motorbike

nor the drunken lager lout

and his asking of a fight.

Not the pub door ever open

or the car beam shining bright

but the fingers slowly gripping

and the window closing tight.

Just the comfort of a lover

and her warm flesh dancing white

oh, I very often yearn

for the silence of the night.