my struggle with silence

Archive for May, 2014

Short-term



You lingered.
The sun ended its shift
Before your arrival.
In the subtlety of dusk
Wind whistled and leaves
Caressed leaves,
Making music of an unearthly genre
The spotlight shot and you began to sing
In a customary soprano monotone

The spotlight trails your steps
Fading out on your abrupt departure
We are still settling into your tone
But your mind is set
You sign no autograph
Before flinging your pen
Alien guards barricade your exit
To repel attempts of dissuade you

We watch from behind bulletproof glass
You dissolve, with inadvertent sluggishness
Into dwindling oblivion
At night’s first yawn.
It seem a secret, from the sun,
You must conceal



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