Starry Night

The night crawls in and lengthens the shadows across the room. A flattened, larger than life parody in two dimensions that flickers on the wall, bends at the corners, looms from the ceiling. So an aphonic giant keeps you company tonight and counts love’s abuses on your face. What seamless dream sequence woke you up from your troubled sleep and what spasmodic memories keep you awake? Do you bury your ears between your knees to stop the ticking of the bifurcated arms of time or do you lie on the floor and stare at the piece of sky outside your matchbox apartment? Do you try to talk to God, perchance He is still awake or will you hide behind your smokescreen?

Look, while we talk soft grey pencil lines of willowy clouds break and the stars chart their silent pilgrimage across night’s immutable face. Don’t say that maybe we shall lose this tonight as it turns into yet another yesterday; for I have learnt that nothing is really lost. Fast fading faces of loved ones, blurred memory of a happy day, the indefinite felicity of childhood when we thought the sun shone for us …they coalesce till they can no longer be evaluated objectively but stay with us as ‘spots of time’. The fact that we can’t see something doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. Maybe it just walked by while you were trapped in a phantasmagoria of your own making. So put out the light and siphon off the shadows on the wall. Go to sleep…it’s a new day tomorrow.