I was away from sleep
like a paper boat on concrete
Standing atop the lights
the wind sifts through the blight
Their cares resembled mine;
flimsy, almost less a dime
There is a shy beauty –
remain the way you are
Did you speak of a page
torn from a familiar book?
Stay away from the clangor
of this perfidious story
I bury my head
in the light of this lamppost
Quelling the flames
that sweltered the wings of hope
Swimming in dream and sea
I stifle at the woe in my throat
Like a moonshine veiled in clouds
I’ll preserve this memory.
Norman Santos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silently-15/
