The silence spilling over
from the room to the nearest window.
Except for the cats mewing and
the sound of ticking on the wall;
In the muffled light of my bed lamp-I hear
a heart throb on my mantelpiece -tick tock,
Time’s steps down a dark hallway
But I am already down
The night, the loneliness and the walls closing in upon me.
Let there be a confluence of two lips in the
unmapped waters to create sounds, free wheeling
No Tyrants’ baton to regimen their ebb and flow ….
A multitude of voices - wailing, ...