And me, standing under the splintered night, catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black, hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night. Its voice cracks, on your name. My eyes close, on your name.

Marlen Komar
About This Quote

In this quote, Alan Garner describes a night at the beach. In it, he mentions the splintered sand and the dark waves behind the dark sand. He also mentions the prayers of stars and the angry whispers of the dark summer night. The “crack” in his voice is a symbol for a crack in a dream or a wish.

His eyes close because he’s too tired to keep them open. This phrase is about falling asleep and dreaming, but it could also be used to describe falling into a deep depression after having done something that didn’t go well (such as losing a loved one).

Source: Ugly People Beautiful Hearts

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