Can you hear this voice?
I can only whisper in the light,
speaking aloud in words I breathe
to you or build upon paper and pixels.
Only in the silence of night
and bare dawn can I express
what I see in my dark recall,
eyes open and hawk-alert,
hunting in my heart for that
you’ll never see until I tell you,
whisper it to you when day comes
and I retire to the shadows of sunrise.
An upside down way to live,
but I love this breathing life
of whispers, where before existed
nothing but silence and groping blindness.
Shared With the folks at dVerse Poets Pub on Open Link Night.