Something Else

In the night where my thoughts die
I come back to life
I revive.
My brain just wakes up
And i move without being conscious

I start to think about that time
Lost time of you and i
I might be dead but iam living inside.
This box called life
Just like Pandora.

The silence is my companion
Accompanied by some birds noise
They are like alarm bells to me
Saying to Wake up.

I look from my window
But it's night
It might have been a dream, illusion
Or just
Something else.

Reviews

[Chris]

Sometimes I stare into this Window and wander the world - in MY silence, in MY time - marking MY own nothings ...both day and night. Listening to the echoes behind MY eyes. Silence HAS a sound ya know, it fills all our lives with a white noise and when THAT noise goes missing our world ends and nothing is ever the same ...again.

[Intothemilkyway]

Omg Chris, iam flattered. Your review is so beautiful. Iam very thankful. Indeed what you said is perfect.

[Norman 223]

This transitional period between sleep and waking can bring our senses into a "sharp focus". The greatest problem is that memory is equally transitional, which makes it difficult to retain the thought. Pandora's Box, or sheer inspiration, the result is always so fleeting that it is gone forever within seconds .
I once composed a Chorale , but within a minute of awaking, it was lost forever - or is it somewhere else? Your perceptive poem awakened my memory of this, but sadly,not the music. We can never know.

[Intothemilkyway]

Im amazed and happy at the same time my poem did that for you.
I respect your opinion a lot.
Music or no music , this is like gray and black. Same but different. And in some kind of way it's understood.

[Einstein Noodle]

so many difficult trauma of life can make the numbing ... like being woken from a deep sleep and wacked up the side of the head with a 2X4 ... spun 'round and 'round and told to get on with the day ... if one could only stay in that silence ... the place where spinning stops and one's very presence disappears like mist ... when a birds song is a blaring noise ... you know that silence is a place of renewal ... i'm inspired by your poem ... the humanity of loss and pain is probably our finest teacher
E.

[Intothemilkyway]

Indeed you are very right.
Those things keeps us going for us to find the purpose of our life.
Without those we would only be a shell without a body. Empty.

Thank you for reviewing my poem. I very much appreciate it.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ................

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of lost love and depression. It is still night, but the day will come.

[Intothemilkyway]

Very well reviewed. You have perceived the right emotions.

Thank you for taking your time to review my poem.

[genocide]

very good poem of the night very well written

[Intothemilkyway]

Aww.. thank you my dear friend.
Iam still waiting for your turn.
Can't wait to review yours.

[genocide]

indeed I promise you this night I will go home and write and it will be a magnificent story

[Intothemilkyway]

That's good. I will wait cause iam very eager to know what's going to happen next on your book.