sounds in the night
those
like
someone
moving around
oh it’s
just
the house settling
or
the wind
but it’s
a windless night
so
sounds
without
a logical explanation
quickly
convert
to those
childhood stories
oh
not the fairytales
but
the ones told
by
cantankerous uncles
engaged
in
scaring
the bejesus
out of
over confident teens
young males
whose
alpha status
is being tested
by
a group
of
old men
holding court
in
gramma’s old house
where
they too
first learned
the stories
now embellished
to
fit the times
and
of course
with the knowledge
that
the feral cats
always
wander around
this
time of night
what woke you
at
night
when you were
a child
still lingers
in
the darkness
haunting
the hours
before dawn
but
for
some poor souls
it lingers
throughout
the day
and though
these are
no more
than created ghosts
harmless apparitions
that
cannot touch
nor
be touched
their mere
presence
in the light of day
fosters
anxieties
spinning
the mind
like
a child playing
with
an old toy top
creating
a dark loneliness
an invisible veil
that conceals
the colors
of
the world
leaving only
shades
of gray
and
dark shadows
turning
each day
into
a child’s night
what’s inside a tear are there secret fears all those things we’ve refused to admit are there those liquified unspoken words that flow so easily when we’re tongue tied or the darkness hides the unsaid conversations hidden and thus permitting our thoughts to remain a silent soliloquy leaving only a trace of chemical components
words shredded with hate and anger lie unrecognizable at the feet of lady liberty a few scraps have been reassembled freedom for pursuit of more perfect common to insure domestic welfare do ordain ourselves
count the heartbeats passing before you as if each beat is the sound of their footsteps feel their pulse in the blinks of their eyes the flow of their existence in their facial postures and their demise in the silence of night that darkness where you’re unable to sleep for fear of your own death now i lay me down to sleep
Read Between the Minds 