Darker than coal,
Silence that can scare,
The clock seems to be a sprinter,
First to reach the dawn air.
In the midst of daily chores of life,
No sound of beating heart & the breath is also denied,
While in the night, the shade which is revealed,
Seems to have missed from my sight.
The dogs that bark & the people who talk,
The buses that move, hair strands that groove,
I turn to a side covering myself tight,
For all that sound lurks in my spine.
Night is the time, beautiful for the blind,
The chill & the enigma it lights,
A cherished insight, unforgettable plight,
Twinkling universe up in the sky.