Sunset Gaze

As I gaze across the river at dusk
I gaze across many lives
Revealing themselves
And leaving every bit of their soul with me
As I row my boat
Despite the silence, I hear noises
I hear music, every now and then
Not of flutes or soft guitars
But the unconscious howling
Of the mystifying shadows
And often I wonder, are these shadows of the hominians or phantasmas?
Unnamed and trapped
On the other side of the oblivion gate
Constantly battling their way out...
I believe this sunset gaze across the river
Has no end
Time may have abbreviated
And I witnessed change
But will I see these souls again?
Perhaps another sunset
Tomorrow...
Gazing steadily to the horizon
Of orange rays, as it slowly fades
Or after another full moon?

-PRK-

Stay Quiet

There are moments that I just want to be around silence
Around soundless noises and muted screams
Around loud muffle and perhaps quietened wail
For my mind is crowded, in fact exhausted
And my soul is somehow dreary,
Detached from the euphoria that was once so melodious, poetic and rhythmical
That was yearned and required
Now it's a pastime
A selective circumvention
And I am a patient of selective mutism
For I will speak only when spoken to
I will wave only when I want to
And I will knock on your door only when I feel like it
Because the world is too noisy for me
The world alone
That includes you - the stranger, you - the friend and you - my thoughts

-PRK-