Strange Walls

Four Strange Walls

I embrace quiet
Like I enjoy a falling star
It burns so bright
As it streaks across the sky
And I wonder why
It has to disintegrate
Leaving no impression behind
But a memory
While silence can be broken
Sending shivers down my spine.

If quiet was a commodity
And fallen stars like gold
I'd be rich beyond all measure
Yet I feel like getting old
Is a mere collection
Of burned out stars
Waiting to shine again
And silence is a memory
Noone needs to hold
Any longer than they have to.

For there are days
I long to hear
Children laughing
Instead of
My cuckoo clock ticking
And four strange walls
of nothing.

D.A. Wittler 17'