Silence is significant,
A calm in weathered times,
A seismic inactivity,
An echo of my crimes.

 

A transition,
A lull and then eruption, awake,
Dormant, but for hours few,
Nightmares, not dreams that I make.

 

Slip into the flicker state,
Conscious, yet half asleep,
Flames from this my candle,
That for you, I am forced to keep.

 

1998