Talking To The Moon

rhythms

How hard to find

Is silence

In a world full of noise?

Where our pleads get lost

Between seconds

And our songs

Become muzzled chimes

In a stream of millions.

How terrified are we

To stop and listen

Remember, there's chances

Your hymn might be too gentle

To be heard.

Though I found it

Just a pinch of ease

Between meaningless moments

when our shifty eyes met

and our rhythms collided.

~mute me