• Staring out the curtains
    That I hide behind, from the light
    Laying silently in sleepless discontent
    In the silence of the night

    The quiet makes more noise, it seems
    Than the loudest of crowds
    And speaks in whispering, wistful winds
    That seems to draw further out

    The yellow pool
    The drowning light
    Collecting on the street.
    Only to be disturbed
    By the zooming cars passing underneath

    And though I listen carefully
    Too the neighbors effusive dog
    The silence is still looming close
    Trying to draw me out.

    The digital clock projection
    Flickers time by, upon the wall
    One minute, two minutes,
    Forever-repetitive drawl

    As I whisper to myself
    Elusive ambiguity that may be a poem,
    The silence is still lurking under my words
    Whispers can barley get it into the ground

    I’ll force the hush away
    Listening to music, roaring in my ears
    But it only can force to far
    Silence is only an earphone away

    It’s worse to sit back in the shadows
    I’d much rather hide from the light
    Just out of its reach behind
    My curtain, glowing, muffled bright

    Some people will hide behind their shadows
    But as I have often found
    When the light finds me cowering and my curtain is hurled away
    I find my shadow thrown on the wall
    If I just turn around