Sunday, March 23, 2014

ok still awake

The silence is deep and the absence of bigger sounds transform the tiny noises into
intense whizz... buzzing.
The birds are sleeping, cozy in their unreachable homes.
The humans are  tired and blusterless. The cats and the raccoons are kings of the dark silence,
and the lonely princes and princesses still awake
looking around --typing -- poems
sweet smells
waiting to their prophecies of happy endings  been fulfilled.