The Dark of Night

In the silence the noise comes running.
Piercing, unexpected stampede crashing,
breaking, pushing, finding a way in.
Deafening the silence. Fighting. Winning
the battle. The silence. Oh the silence,
crowding out the noise invading. Battles.
Raging confusion coming to break
that silence in which peace dwells. Safety.
What is safety? Noise claims the game.
Silence pushes back, hard, unassuming;
it’s power matched with noise. Deafening.
Silence, noise: both come surging, fighting,
Tired. Crumbling. Chaos ensuing. Reach,
for that peace that survives, hidden, afraid.
Afraid of the peace. What is silence?
What of the noise? Is it just confusion,
the thing that makes whole, pure confusion?
Battling. Silence. Battling. Noise. Battling.
Life left losing. Peace, it is forever hiding.

Written 5/24, just before midnight