quiet

©Yoram Roth

NYC

the orchestrated flow of sound

gently fills the air

as all the night owls 

close their eyes

the world is quick to fall asleep

inconsequential dissonance breaking up the quiet

so we wait for dawn

another day

when all the noise will go

away

shadow of a dove

© Yoram Roth

behind my eyes, i dreamt of the black dove
flying around in misguided circles
swaying in the breeze as they often do
with no real intent or destination

with its ghostly shape of the silhouetted shadow
fluttering wings whisk by my coated eyelashes
wish i may, wish i might
have this wish i wish tonight

keep them closed, for you may see
the imaginary darkness of the wishing
wisher swishing the light to catch the day
caught again
and put on my arm where it will forever stay