The darkness thins with the break of dawn
Kissing me awake at last
Limbs stiff from unseen shackles, I ache
No longer smothered by that violent silence
Where night’s claws pecked and chewed at my frozen flesh

I hunger for the world outside my window
Throbbing with life untamed
I hunger for the endless day
And dread the night to come

Hours like sand sift through fingers
I grasp onto the light with a fever
******* the sun’s marrow for strength

The light fractures under the fall of dusk
And darkness welcomes me once again
The ritual of the ******

Silence comes
  from bones
that rot in the Earth
beneath a wet stone
with a carved name
   white as good teeth
in a hard jaw.

Silence is
  a homerun some kid
hit in Tennessee
in 1973 and a father
remembering the ball
  going like a bullet
deep into left center.

Silence is
  a brother grimacing
whispering your name,
through salt
  and tears on his cheeks,
one last time.

Silence, it just is...
  quiet, like pain.

Let me choose
Let me learn
Let me lose
Let me burn
All my bridges
Let me turn
Down my own path
Paced and worn
By my own feet
Spare me your scorn
By turning to flee
From my own rash choices
Speak to me
But I won't hear your voices
This is MY time
To become who I am

YES I'm a romantic, what's wrong with that?
The sound of the night makes me think of his laugh.
The crickets song, in all it's glory,
cannot compare to the sound of him snoring.
Silence, I find, is often quite scary...
but i love the silence when he's with me.

YES I'm a romantic I'm quite proud to say
that he makes me happy all night and all day.
I don't have much, but I have a dream and he's in it
with him charm and his looks and rather quick wit.

YES I'm in love with him I'm quite proud to say...
we fell in love in a car, driving across the bay.