Untitled - April 22, 2001

Day after day
night after night
hour after hour
the voice drones on
unending
and unrelenting -
a harsh grating 
against my ears.

Close my eyes
and dream -
a day of silence -
golden solitutde
and silvered shadows.

A day where
I heard myself
think,
speak,
and dream.

Instead of shrill calls,
shrieks 
and screams.

One day where sunshine
could cast no shadw
where the rain drops
left no trace
of the meandering paths
they carved
against a hillside.