Of Whispers and Tears

Of Whispers and Tears 1-16-92
Subdued.
This vast sea of silence
and the still moon rising
has me listening to the stars.
Of whispers and tears,
the prelude to sleep
for this day’s end.
The morrow skulks
and the yester lingers.
Crepid fingers
in the waking hours
and some feeble attempt
to write my first thoughts
or even
my last recollections
of the unconscious
before they dissipate
or make sense.