under the cover
of the blanket of darkness
we feel the beating
of the fears in our hearts
and our mouths
mumble the need of
hands
however, lonely as we are
we like the beauty of the
silent island
not wanting to touch
the cloud the wind
simply because there is
nothing there
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-cover-of-the-blanket-of-darkness/
