Untamed Poetry.

It's been a while since I wrote some lines. I thought I might start. 

Blue? Or White?
Glow from the computer screen
I can never tell
Colour blindness keeps me hidden
From the secrets of the world
That I view through this window
To the rest of the knowledge of infinity

My keyboard is dark
I cannot see for the light
Is too bright
Inside my eyelids
I struggle to speak
For my fingers are blind

The light fades outside my window
As afternoon turns to dusk
The fading sun says good night
As the rising moon howls its hello

Silence is golden
Heavy with chains
Dripping with the words not spoken
And we all sit there with our mouths shut
For fear of tempting the devil
But the things we do not speak
Hangs in the air
On those golden chains

Flippity flap, goes those lips
Membranes thrum on the wings of a dragonfly
The beat of a drum echoes my heart
As it kicks a constant staccato against my breastbone

And the wild wind rushes in the evening
And the children rush to play on the bars, "One more minute, Mum!"
And I step out over the precipice of oblivion

@ Poet ~ 2012