Friday foggy night and I was wondering, just wondering
As I noticed how silent the city is that I once used to live in
How silent I was not anymore

This is not the place to be, I thought
As it only wanted me to lay my head on its shoulder
How loud I had become
The city I grew up in

A thought on which tone my coffee would have this morning.
Or who on the street would have my whole attention – think about the stranger before I fall asleep and get revealed to what myself does when the shell does not count.

A thought on the distance to the eyes I sit under. I would like to love you running out of all options. The cry over the city surrounding the crowd, come home in the early hours painted on clocks.

A thought on the need of all the driving around and the sun melting my face. Figures that open and close their mouths – I am listening by looking.
The Later is the Now and there is no exit.

Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother’s only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.

“O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O Father, I saw my Mother there,
Among the lillies by waters fair.

Among the lambs clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn—
O when shall I return again?”

Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.

“Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star.”

I challenge you
To speak as you were writing your last poetry
As you are the street light at night
As you are the reflection on a gloomy wall
As you are the smoke scratching a throat
You are talking to your muse
As you are only your hands shaking it out
Without the perception of self
Talking to your secret fear

The voices will finally sing
That is the world I want to live in
Talking to the muse
An eternity long
Talking to your muse