Tuesday, August 2, 2016

night whispers to me

i could be sitting still
or lost in a tornado of thoughts
i could have had my fill
or hungry enough to gnaw my own bones

the radio in my chest
is always seeking
the same frequency
where i hear the whispers of the night

through the static, through the noise
through the time zones, a voice
whispered softly, in invisible notes
is it real or just in my thoughts

so i stalk the wavelengths
i prowl the digital skies
to catch another whisper
of a silent smile
I'm really not happy with the last paragraph. I feel there should be more to this one. This is not it.
But this will have to do for now. I am coming back to tackle this soon.

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