Friday, 30 September 2011

The calm quiet night

I call out into the night
the calm quiet
night
the black cold
night
I call and hear nothing
no noise
no reply
in the calm quiet
night
in the black cold
night
not even an echo
to mark my existence
to know I am there
yet-
I am there
standing alone
I call out louder still
pleading for reply
recognition-
I exist
I am
hear my call
where does it travel
to foreign places
solitary places
the calm quiet
night
the cold black
night
I am here
please hear my call

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