As I stood in the darkness
Lost in nostalgia
Staring at the tall trees
The wet leaves rustling
Lending cool breeze
I wanted to be a part of this nature
A part of this silence
A part of this mystic.
A chilling laugh broke through my reverie
Terrifying in its impact
Startling with its proximity
My thoughts lost
The Moment gone.
Disturbed by the inhuman sound
I slowly walked back to the clamour
The confusion and meaningless banter
Turning to glance at the mocking night
Searching for the lost sight
And the momentary thought.
call2read 
nice poem i enjoyed reading it.
Dear Kevin,
Thanks a lot for taking the time to read my poem and appreciate the same. Your comments are always kind and motivating.
Regards,
Nightlake