Silence

Too much noise, 
Empty noise, 
Try to be with you'
 All noise.

People,
Kids,
Cars.

Withdraw my mind, 
Peace of darkness, 
Stars flickering, 
Quiet wind whispering, 
A duet with the tide, 
Audible,
But humanly unfathomable.
 
A gentle peace, 
Natural, 
Your noise, 
With you, 
At last!

Lying back,
Listening to the sweetest sound of, 
Nothing,
But everything.

Alone on a Hill Top

All alone on a hill top,

Somewhere under a billion stars,

Trying to comprehend,

What does it all mean?

           

Feeling so insecure,
Like two of me here,

Arguing at my interpretations,

Of this mystery called existence.

       

A yellow moon rises slowly,

From behind flickering clouds,

Purple,

They are flecked with a red tinge,

Moved slowly by the wind,

The hint of the light in this darkness,

A hint of the truth in their lies.

 Another night poem around 1990. I would go to my favourite hill overlooking the moors - trying to reconcile my insignificance and yet my importance in the Universe. And why there seemed to be so many people living a lie about what is important in life and trying to convince me to buy into their way of seeing things.