In Silence Halloween 2o14

In Silence

 

Bring on the darkness, let it come.

I’ll rummage through her eyeless realm,

seeking out the quiet places,
wicked places, all those regions
hidden deep within her swollen womb.

 

I’ll wander with the vagrant shapes

that dwell behind her fluttering lids,
the ones that live
much better lives than ours
if only when the lights go out.

 

For we are as they are,

too much like them, we are.

 

And when I awake into this world,

this vengeful world that never sleeps?
I’m but flesh and blood and so unlike
those other things of flesh and blood;
I’m what they say I am, what am I then?

 

An empty corner of a crowded room

where no one dares to look,
that pathetic shadow clinging to the wall,
out of phase, out of time, out of sync,
into a whispering, a wink,
a muted clatter, garbled mutterings,
the one they never speak about in full voice.

But in that other place, the dreaming space,
the one that springs to life when eyes are closed?
That’s where we, the invisible, the weak do truly,
painfully . . . become what we become,

 

dreams dreamt in silence.

rrw 1o-21-14