There is never

There is never

Total silence

Even the deaf have tinnitus

However intermittent

The sound of one’s own

Heartbeat

Ringing in the ears

Never complete darkness

The flicker of a shadow

A random flow of vessels

Crisscrossing a closed eye

Arterial roads

At midnight

Is there ever

Completely dead

When we are so much a part

Of the real world

Carried in memory

Held close to the heart

Bound within

The pages of a journal

Even death

Brings little freedom

As bonds

Of love and trust

Continue to hold

Bold lovers together

Prisoners

Of conscience

Not without compassion

When in the act

Of recollection

There is rebellion

As the lost souls

Choking in hollows

Weeping in darkness

Find release

In the sweetness

Of a kiss