A dull and dreamy night,
there is something stirring
in and amongst this dark and sullen sky.
I’ve traveled far this time
against a row of thirsty streets.
I haven’t heard or seen the things
I’d consider attention,
but still, I’ll wait my turn.
Here at the end of an afternoon
the sky seems burnt.
There are these expectations
set out and around me now,
with no real instruction booklet
telling me how…
It’s not hard to see why
I’m still stuck in this place.
It’s suddenly all calm and quiet
unlike, how yesterday was
with bellies full.
Maybe by the end of this
beautiful soliloquy
I’ll have the title down.
Don’t misunderstand,
me and all my misunderstood feelings.
Everything has a place
a perfect fit,
this I know all too well.
Even with all the silence
there is something clean
about these settled hours
that float in and between lost days.
I just hope to get time back,
whatever is owed,
it’s enough to know
I’ve written these words
void of a meaningful title.
Maybe perhaps, after all this
their grand appearance
will trigger something new
so everyone will come flooding back.
The sky won’t be so burnt
come tomorrow when things turn
everything will be all
shiny and new with a title.
