4/11/08

Nap


Softly I realized I was in a large airport. There were so many people... I couldn't recognize anyone. There were cross-walks, moving sidewalks, and all were full of people. They were bumping into me, pushing me aside, none of them talking, but a loud babble arose from the mass. I was suddenly under worry. I was alone. Everyone here was alien to me. I didn't even know where I was in the airport. I started to move through the people, trying to find a familiar gate or stairway or convinience store. Everything seemed new to me. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I began to break down. I was a small child in the middle of the airport. There was no one here with me. Tears rolled down my face. I can see myself on the ground. I am pitiful. I am alone. I can't hear myself over the babble of the people, but I can still hear the music playing throughout the building.

The Sound of Silence...

I can still hear the words in my head...

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

And then I saw him in the crowd. He turned, saw me, and smiled. I was so shocked to see him that I awoke, but... then I really was alone... and...

1 comment:

Laura said...

dude. That was good. I like this:

"In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence."



And I LOVE this:
"And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."