So quiet is Sir Night tonight.
Only soft whispers of wind
accompany the deafening silence:
a torturing silence for the sinned.
In this moment of deafness,
any noise is told to flee.
Fly away, unwelcome interruption.
Let the lonely wind fly free.
The floating balls of light we call stars
are visible, for now clouds are blocking their view.
The moon stands out, the brightest of all
revealing a clear silence I never knew.
The energetic bugs reply
to wind’s gentle call.
A conversation is taking place
in a language we have no knowledge of at all.
Humans weren’t made to understand,
just to wonder and dream
about Sir Night with a silence such as this:
natural beauties working as a team.
Saturday, July 26, 2008