The Final Act

The Final Act

I sat there staring into the night...
Does darkness have a colour?
Maybe it does...
Sometimes it has the warm glow of life
at others-the pallid colour of death,
Cold like the sharp mountain wind and numb too.
I feel frozen - like in rigor mortis,
This darkness laughs at me.
~~~***~~~
Why does this silence have to fill the darkness too?
Maybe they are good friends - or lovers even!
Darkness and Silence - an odd couple.
~~~***~~~
In this silence of the night I listen to my heartbeats
Silence seems to be shouting in my ears now.
My thoughts are slipping away towards obscurity...
Thoughts like warm blood flowing out of control towards a greater sea.
Perhaps they just ebb into a circle inside ourselves
Going around in eternal circles.
My thoughts are wild...
~~~***~~~
The angry shouts of silence seem to be a drone now
Like the 'tanpura' of silence set to the tone of darkness.
Its getting harder to breathe now...
~~~***~~~
There's a door
but I can't walk through it
Neither can I stay here
I have to move...
I walk up to my computer
The modem - seems as if it is weeping electronically
As I type - "I've let us go."
I remember... our song -
"Does love have a music score
So I hear it lilt across to me,
In the silence that surrounds me in the air
But, I know not how the bow strikes."
~~~***~~~
Now I know
how the bow strikes,
Now one of those shards of my dreams was to be my bow.
~~~***~~~***~~~
EPILOGUE:
An hour later he rang the doorbell.
He rang the doorbell again... and again... and again...

~Neera~

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