He is silent
in his thoughts
even when
I ask a question;
Tall in red
and denim, pensive
and peering through
glass and structure.
I get lost
outside of
that box
of vision;
When the colors
reveal themselves
to him and mix
with his chaos;
When the lights
of his life keep
flashing their lumens
across his sight;
When eyes shut
can’t keep out
the overwhelm
and tension,
(And sleep
is a bird
caught in
tornado’s mouth);
My voice
fades into
the noise around
his atmosphere.
He moves into
a different light
as I find
the shadows.
He is silent
in his mind
when I want
to know his heart.
Copyright © 2018, Sheyorah Aossi
Art by Rassouli
Creature Speak 