Lonely Shadow Call

who has that unshaken loneliness tonight

that is duller than four unlit windows,

no beacon so inspiration empty,

passing clouds have no light of stars

absolute is more than dark,

hot blood ceases to sing

on a black brittle brink i almost fell

forwards without calling,

yearning for a sound, yearning for light,

swept well with dust many corners filled,

my binds hold tight,

almost a stifled sacrifice my own voice

lessened in it’s force,

i would find another room

it would be a chamber

not of clattering chains,

but sparse filled in with a luminous flow

knowing if i let expression furrow a blank

page,

i can nestle in contented silence,

unshaken loneliness is falling

slowly a drape that tomorrow

will remove