I Heard The Night Whisper Again Poem by Shalom Freedman

I HEARD THE NIGHT WHISPER AGAIN

I heard the night whisper again
I waited for words.
The darkness came
And the words with them.

Night is now the poem
And darkness the destiny.
I hear silence
And a deep calling from another distant world.

Outside all white light denies night its meaning
Inside- the changes of life mean-
Abstraction no longer makes sense.

I hunger to hear my words spoken
But they are blank as dust as dust as the fallen page as the night that never stops happening- the infinite darkness

I hear and I hear but where are you who hear also?