Friday, June 5, 2015

Last Night's Poem

What are we waiting for
a crack of dawn amidst
this infinite silence?
I hear birds call, reason
has left the room and the humid
air moves across my bare skin.
Somebody told me once that silence
can be painful.  I
didn’t believe that story nor
the one that followed. 
You live in a place
where words follow the direction
of a tongue.  The place
 where darkness comes
behind the backlit leaves
is an invitation.  Turn off the light.  Turn off the light.
Turn off – what is holding you here – to this world
separated from wonder.


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