Silence Reigns

Yearning, I spend my time Broadcasting into the unknown. Listening for an echo, a note that says: You are not alone. Pink Floyd spins, calling is There anybody out there? The answer comes from the distant past: Nobody’s home. A magical portal stands ready to fill Every fantasy. Images spring to life Brutal and beautiful beyond all measure. Brown and white and red and yellow All blend in shades of pink. Then vanish with a click, leaving Harsh reality. Darkness creeps over sleeping angels As the TV watches them. My eyes are wet. Silent drops fall Unwitnessed. Why am I not surprised? A kindred spirit might be out there Listening for a call. Lightning streaks through coated wires. No place to call home. Like a moth to a flame, my screen calls. I still sit alone. Everywhere are signs of life. Here, silence reigns.