In the Evening Rooms

We stand braced against the wind of words,

Watching them felling trees as they go....

In the evening rooms,

The silent smiles reach my gaze and go in

We stared into what is behind the words

Looking into them telling me as they go

In the evening tombs

Flashing TV smiles into our silent rooms

Gunning for my hours, reserving war

The wordings are far from the ceiling

In the evening rooms

We are burying the TV

But the sound is escaping and we smile,

Not embarrassed but surprised

Looking into the rooms next door

As the evening looms

The silence is in the carpets, the curtains, the glass.

We wait in bunches in the streaming words

Listening for the only sound that moves

In the evening rooms

When the envelopes fly through all our windows

No longer silent, we smile with teeth

No longer shy we breathe our belief

No longer on TV

The silence leaves our evening rooms.