Perfect Quiet

Room the size of night. Perfect quiet. Space at last
To dream of islands without end.

-- Alvin Pang, "Upgrading" in City of Rain


When the roads unexpectedly empty itself
of its ceaseless trespassers,
that briefest of interlude, as the last
passing car pulls away into the indecipherable
distance, its fleeting legacy a void filled by unseen
Silence.

Or that moment in between
wakefulness and consciouness in limbo,
lying in bed thinking about things
you can't think of in the ever-hurrying day.

Quiet thoughts now collect in your mind,
shrouded by the silence of dark,
the conspiring stars watching above.

Quiet is that silence keeping your thoughts afloat
before being overtaken by dreams,
dreams that know no fears and fear no secrets.
Quiet is that stealthy gulf that bridges you
and the glimmering stars hiding in that unknown
Universe.