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Battling the instabilities of reality.
Behind daylight's closed doors.
Imaginary chains keep me captive.

White walls decorated with 
silhouettes of suppressed shadows -
disappear, upon the sight of twilight.

Alone, my eyes search for companionship.

Then she appears, smiling down at me.
Her solitude in darkness, shows,
it's not only the moon,
who sings an undefined rhapsody of loneliness -
helplessly, watching an exodus of stars.

What is life, but an unexplained metaphor.

What are we, 
but leaves blowing in the wind.
Our emotions spinning - around and around.
Wondering if we will be lost forever?

Like you, I have no answers,
but search for meaning or at least understanding.
To open the veils of one's mind.

Kissing the silence, I too,
long for clarity to fill the emptiness.
Yet even with an open mind,
blanks appear - will they forever remain?

Will things ever be the same,
or will we persist with the distance?
.... Every face a stranger.
Every place a memory...

Have we lost the sensation of touch?
Will we love in the same way again?
Will tomorrow, forever, be a mark of yesterday?
Do we know what matters now?
The ignorance that plagued us,
do we understand it?

Do you even care?

Will minds unravel and evolve,
accept, co-exist or feel?
Or will some remain asleep?

I see those who leap with faith,
run spiritual marathons.
Yet are criticised,
for their intangible philosophies.

Because their creator, is not your creator,
and that creator, is not my creator -
so who is the creator, of the creator?

But is it not better than the tangible?
I guess we all have our own theories,
our own stories, our own destinies.

Whilst motionless, pondering philosophically,
the moon disappears behind blackness.
However, street lamps come alive. 
A reminder, unlike the moon, 
we are not immortal, but we are all lights, 
who illuminate the universe.

And.
I am content knowing -
death is a beautiful virgin,
adorned in white.

Sunday Simple Musings
Silent One
21 June 2020
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