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What is in the silence
between awake and asleep
between asleep and dreaming
between dreaming and death

My lines are blurred and I wonder
what is between right and wrong
between wrong and just
between it all – if there’s anything
and I’m not sure there are any distinct colors
in this world that is becoming less black, less white
and more grey, more gray

It makes me think that maybe the trails of ink
that I leave behind on the page
may not always be able to whisper the right things
may not even be able to come close to
matching the echoes of how a soul feels.

What a concept language is – the only tool we have
to explain the inner workings of our minds.
Yet it only touches the edges of our consciousness.

So we go back to the warmth of another hand
when the words don’t work
when the lines are too blurry to use words to express
the pounding emotions that echo inside our rib cage

and we all wonder what to say
and we all wonder what words are right
and I wonder if there are any
that’d break the silence between awake and asleep
between asleep in dreaming
between dreaming and death
between death and whatever comes after

Where is the word for what comes after
and does it echo?