6 December 2012
Black, white and mute we wander, through these…
empty alleyways and corridors.
White Light strikes us blind, when these eyes meet,
our silence donned with firm underscores.
You bid farewell, and I the same, we…
cannot stare with absent expression.
We do not look; we build iron walls,
for these feelings seek out repression.
Akin to a virus it grows, these…
iron walls, once built need knocking down.
For these hurricanes and shocks scare us,
to fall victim to love that one noun.
Scare us to bravely seek a future,
The radio laughs and the one-liners,
the colour of a conversation,
to speak the voice by our designers.
Just blind and deadened to speak obscure,
a foreign tongue we could not endure,
intensity dulls and brightness fades,
although we know speech will take away the lure.
Black and White Silence • Opuss № I