Voices at Night

Quiet of night

Sometimes scream out to me

Hands covering my ears

Voices penetrating through the cracks of my fingers

 

I see your face

But am unable to call out to you

Maybe it’s for the best

You wont want to hear what I have to say

 

One day I’ll have the courage to tell you

Tell you everything

Until then

I’ll just watch you walk away in silence

 

Originally posted June 13, 2015

 

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Today Not a Day of Voices

Soft blades of grass

Pillowed beneath my head

My hand shields the sun from my eyes

Rays soak through the cracks between my fingers

Making me squint just a bit

No breeze to be found

The thick heat, frozen in the air

Unable to move, it waits and stares

It has all the time in the world

To sit and keep me company

It’s quiet, almost too quiet

Even if I were miles away

The sound of stillness would be the same

At least it would be on this day, today

I remain silent

Even if I wanted to speak

My lips would move

But no sound would emerge

Because today is not a day of voices, not today

There will be plenty of tomorrows to be heard

Instead I float, suspended in time

Living in just this moment while it lasts

 
*Originally posted August 15, 2015

Moments of Escape

The sound of whitewash slowly reaching the sand

Seagulls gracefully gliding overhead

Trees rustling, leaves singing a beautiful melody

Tall grass bending with the sound of the wind

Quiet buildings’ stoic shadows

Strewn from streetlights in the midnight hour

The beautiful echoes of silence

Sitting in a pew of an empty church

Bending down, closing my eyes

Smelling grapes in the middle of a vineyard

These memories of quiet moments

Such a beautiful escape

As I manage through my busy days

*Originally posted June 12, 2015

Listening to a Forest

I’ve been lost in a bamboo forest

Surrounded by tall spears of silence

Inhaling my voice

Quiet’s handprint left upon my chest

 

I’ve descended through cloud forests

Carving through hazy white shrouds

Below, unseen and unknown

Ears becoming my eyes, seeing more then, then on clearest of days

 

I’ve walked among giant sequoia trees

Safety under their looming shadows

Branches reaching out, scooping me up into an embrace

Hymns of wisdom slowly rising among their choir

 

Nature’s silence

Beauty’s peace

Listening, growing, living

A time to become

 

Originally posted October 2, 2015

 

 

I Can’t Catch My Breath

I can breathe

But I can’t catch my breath

I run after it in silence, a chase

Silence’s heartbeat begins to pulse

It grows louder the faster I run

I realize running won’t help me, I stop

I huddle underneath imagined tables that no one can see but me, hiding

On the ground, legs pulled up against my chest, head buried in my knees, eyes closed

And I wait

Wait for the noise to subside

It takes time, but it does

Silence doesn’t hurt anymore, for now

I can hear air in my lungs, I breathe

I exhale plumes of fear and hesitation

And I realize

I still can’t catch my breath

 

Originally posted September 5, 2015