Will the day ever be mine again?
Will the night be mine alone?
When will I be able to embrace the day?
When will I be able to lose myself in the night?
I feel time receding
With it my passion too
For the word; written and spoken
For, when will I get some quiet?
My mind is on an upsurge
I feel creative juices flow
Through my cranial cavities
Nourishing my need for expression
When did I cherish this elusive quiet so much?
I don’t remember being courted by the thought
In such depths as I am now
The calling is intense, but….
Can I shut myself out from this world?
I know I can’t do it even for a day
As I am bound to things mundane
Like a caged bird to it’s cage
Around me, it’s getting beautiful
The buds come up a million a day
Can I step out for a moment?
To enjoy the beauty of quiet