A song in the dark

I was on my back as you came
into that dark room.
Crying that you were far
I held to you in that cave,
my voice foreign to my ears.

I stood up under the eaves,
rain falling as I watched
each second dying in the
light of silence.
A life of sleep burning in
the fire of this truth,
my library of dreams becoming
a ruin in my old hands.

Yet I still don’t understand
this strange movement
of night and day,
the hollow sound of clocks
as I try to stay awake.
My ignorance is an ocean,
the tides pull on my sinking boat
as I cast my net in the waves,
waiting for a song in the dark.