What's the time again?
The tender light through my shades
defines the hour, timeless.
Once again, I'm caged in infinity.
And the sacred silence
doesn't help. Where are
the children, why have they ceased
their playing in the streets?
Where are the murdered
and the sick and the deceased?
Where are the fumes and the deadly sirens
of grief and endless fatigue?
I need a sign, a whisper in my ear,
a gentle touch of defined light
to cast an hour on my clock
and turn oblivion into night.
-Thanks to ShadiatiQue for the beautiful picture. Make sure to check out her blog.