Sunday Poem: Morning Is Night

And the morning was night

Would silence exchange

Its exasperating breath

With the constant din?

Would the clock ticking away

Wait for everyone

To hear its footsteps?

The mind is body

The body is mind

Kapila or Devadutta?

The eternal despair

Of a fading night

The senses alert

To a deep acknowledgement

Of a day gone

Another to come

Waiting in anticipation

Every silent night

Draws me into its embrace

Lulls me to unfathomable dreams

Of distances and spaces apart

I stand alone.