I am sorry I haven’t told your loud ears –
that these are the many days of
untold stories.
Gone by in minute silences –
stifled in pillow cases.
They are the quiet droplets that tear down
train windows –
as the world silently moves by,
a blur in memory.
The many hours trying to find the line
between ocean and sky –
as if that would be the answer to it all
and the deafening waves crashing wildly against the shores,
a rock formation in its making.
These droplets –
they are strong, you see
yet abiding by the rules.
Waiting.
for the shining hour.
Vellai Curtains 