Silence

 

Like the owl I fly when the silence takes over the streets
As if it owns the streets, like the kingpin of a gang
Proud as it walks... Neither the people nor the machines to stop

I fly above the silence watching it consume the shouts in the streets
One by one as the curtains fall & the act of the day ends
No one to cast the shadow for the Moon is covered in the black
Occasionally disrupted by the underlings it calls the Winds

With every puff from its cigar, engulfing someones dream
As if stealing the best of the dreams... For that's what a thief does
Dressed in the black as it walks down the streets
Where the man and the man, naked and covered have something to hide

A treasure of dreams! Secret whispers, un ending affairs
Blind love, inherited hatred, growing pain, racing greed
For the man is never at rest... Working in the day and at night
I watch the silence steal the best part of the dreams!

With the diamond rings shining bright in the dark skies
Like the Ghost Cat it moves all over waiting for prey
Who can defy its action? For the man is tired to wake up
Realize and act upon... Tired of resetting the clock
Day after day and robbed off his dreams at night!

Who is the witness asked the poem... I AM said I
Can a man understand the meaning of an abstract?
All he does is be awed for the bond between the winds and silence is unknown
So is the bond between the owls and the poems
And the bond between the nights and the owls!

I watched silence steal the dreams one by one
While the helpless man, unprotected lay there
Believing the day will begin allover again and
Tomorrow is the day when his dreams would come true...
For who knows the dreams are robbed every night!

I Do...