The End of Noise

I stare at darkness for the street lights to open. The silence is a salve for my senses, reeling with fantasies an eerie stillness has woven into a noise in my mind that keeps vibrating. Moments from my life play an off-key symphony, which turns into a roar locked in a mad wild dream, a force field that sucks me into its company, I want to come up for air and let out a scream. The moon rises and casts somber shadows in grey, vestigial thoughts of lost pleasures shatter all poise. They hover loose in mid-air goading me to flee into the hush of pre-dawn that scatters night’s noise. Sunlight suffuses the sky’s washed-out blue, to stave off foreboding murmurs from the dark, to their grave. Jjote010921