This silence is deafening.
Endless rows
consecutive and parallel
with infinite gloom.
Time stretches.
Attention spans drop like flies.
Body counts rise
as heads fall
on desks

Here in my fortress
I gaze at the peaceful world
Through bulletproof glass.

These moments
of adolescent joy
and honest compassion
are fleeting.
Savor their presence.
Cherish their memories
and hold strong
for they are the rare fruit
of that elusive truth
that love is real.

So falls the night again in this small room,
That light of heart and joys cannot be found;
And darkness fills this place with utter gloom,
For you have left this place without a sound.
You are my sun, forced down the sky to set.
The moon, it mocks your presence with false light,
So that my need for your warmth not be met.
It smiles that cold white grin all through the night.
Yet now I smile right back into the skies,
For I am sure that soon the dawn will break.
And then, my beautiful sun, you’ll once more rise
To light my life again for our love’s sake.
Until that time, in dreams I’ll confide
To be with you, and stand by your side.

Out there,
nature plays;
the wind blows,
the tree grows,
free.
Concentration,
civilization,
obligation
seem trivial.
The only purpose
is continued existence
to thrive
from its
divine
creation.