the dark hours of the night
do not come alone
they are joined by the
noise
of others
this noise
is all a blur
and they are passing
they come
and they go
she is more than noise
she is solid
here to stay
a presence louder than
howling wind
an ethereal being
her existence
demands for
all the other noise
to stop
they come and they go
she stays.
-n.c
