The night keeps waking me.
\nIt rattles its dishes.
\nWhere do all the sounds go
\nin the day?
\nWhy does pain pay so many visits
\nin the darkness?
\nWho rides the buses at night?
\nThe trains, sounding like wistful owls?
\nMy sister heard funerals in their whistles.
\nI listened for hers,
\nbut it was quiet.
\nA sweet quiet like the face
\nof a sleeping child.<\/p>\n
With so much going on at night
\nyou would think
\nwe should sleep in the day,
\nbecome a nocturnal species.
\nCall friends and declare
\nthere\u2019ll be no more of that loneliness
\nin black terminals,
\nthe confusion of what city you\u2019re in,
\ndreams that flood your pillow,
\nprayers that lose track
\nof what they\u2019re saying.<\/p>\n
I could take walks in the moonlight
\nwith you.
\nNever see sorrow on your face.
\nListen, as I\u2019ve never listened before
\nto things in your heart,
\nand hold you so tightly
\nas we dance until dawn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The night keeps waking me. It rattles its dishes. Where do all the sounds go in the day? Why does pain pay so many visits…<\/p>\n