Listening

it is the penniless who
see the vivid colors of the night
while all the others are
temporarily suspended
in dark vaults of sleep;
it is the mourners of the dead
who testify daily to those
who still listen to their anguish
that they have somehow been forgotten;
it is the horror of life that scare
us more than our feeble attempts
at living the brief life we
have been given as a gift.

17Jul13