Wednesday, April 15, 2015

in the quiet
when the voices 
get too loud
I wish that 
I could 
give you music
to draw the sense
out of the noise

from the chaos
that dances between
the knocking of 
the ghosts
cold at your door
and the absence 
of heartbeats 
in between

to tame them
into rhythms
that make 
melodies of screams
in the alchemy 
you've used on me

that converted 
sleepless nights
to songs
and resurrected 
to dreams 
that remembered
how to dance

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