A Silence of Three Parts

the rain
pouring down on the dark city streets
thick sheets of darkness muffling all sound
all smell
all emotion
left only is the deafening silence
tiny wading pools of light dot evenly along the morbidly devoid streets
windows all closed
stray animals find shelter under the warm curtains of darkness
walking no more is not a soul
yet the souls of the departed seem to weave the warm silence

the rain is warm like a bath
the world is a puddle
a drain nowhere to be found
water sitting still save the relentless pattering of raindrops on those formerly fell
those without homes seek shelter in small sanctuaries
every place seems to have company tonight
yet none are brimmed
door remain closed
not even the most nostalgic of lovers dare to venture towards each other

a silence of three parts resounds within the night

the first belongs to the rain
the soft yet neverending
dull patter flows into and between its self
radios hum within the orbs of light
yet static goes unheard among the rain
it ventures out into the night
a lost family navigating its way back to its self

the second silence is of the people
hushed and silent in homes
bus shelters
unter the rooves of sheds
the second of silences doesnt speak up
it fears the first silence
it lays quiety under thick blankets
it sits quietyly reading in dull lamplight
speaks under tones to loved ones
the second silence fears that which cannot harm
it doesnt understand the first silence
and so it dares not venture out of the small sactuary of silence

the third silence belongs to just a few
it whispers sweetly between lovers lips
it falls on shoulders
runs over the skin of the silently content
it darkens hair and shadows eyes
the third silence smiles gently
it rubs off of warm hands onto the soft flesh of a beuatiful girls arm
it lies under the curtains of hair that make their own sweet dry air
it wafts in the sweet perfum of lovers under a bridge
in the dry spots covered not by closed in space
but under high overhangs
in little rectangles at store fronts
those waiting
enjoying the silence wait there
sitting on benches
arms intertwined like a knot
it floats shallowly above a warm mug of coffee
hovers cool unter a tin roof
listening to the raindrops plunk down with a beautiful tic tic tic
the third silence is content in its being
it is a seldom found commodity
expensive yet unknown
not sought yet enjoyed deeply deep down in the soul
the third silence smiles as do smitten lovers under and above the patter of water on water

as lightning sudders through the clear and cloudy silence of the clouds
chuckling deeply to its self after
a deep roacious laughter of one who knows of the world
while the second silence jumps and tremors
and the first scampers away into the darkness
but the third silence smiles
and wraps its warm arms around the world