Poem. A Stream of Thought Tonight...

non reflections 
at mid-night 
(a stream of thought) 




have we met 
this color black,
the air and sky 
lightless as night - 
as our forgotten
first hello; have 

words and actions
bled potential 
futures from life 

like rainwater 
pouring into 
river and sea,
along gutters 
aside trodden
roads; 

does conversation 
labor for peace 
and sanctity in 
our eyes, looking
looking through 
each other's 
widowed souls? 

darkness is 
odd comfort; 
silence unexpected
beauty of 
soundless 
expectations, 

you 
and 
me.  


Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker