The Quiet

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The Quiet

By Ryan Johnston

The quiet today
Engraved me, stoned me

Carve me like an artist

Draw me, like a breath

Nighttime inspires

Sleeping, less and less

I paraded yesterday

Dressed up as rain

I Fell from the clouds

That stormed inside my head

And I fell for you

So deep, 

I've been falling ever since

Crashing 

Through the ceiling

Into a house, no one was living

Inside the walls, l found two cats

And a girl, who was a mirror

She reflected things,

I had never seen

She was a queen, 

She was a bird

Her lips cemented me, 

Her face was poetry

She took me in, for all I was

And everything, I had never been

We spoke one day, 

Never using words

We framed the walls, 

With songs and pictures

Writing verses into thin air 

So much of who I am

I found with you, those times

So much of what I was

I lost when we both died

A piece of me, Is still hanging there

On the broken letters

Of every word that went unspoken

But never unheard

One day I got too close

My wings caught fire

I fell into those waves

An ocean made of mirrors

I drown in her reflection

Beds become ceilings

In the quiet today

Out through the roof 

As a droplet of rain 

Back into the clouds

This dream comes to end

Queens marry kings

Fools die alone

Building walls around myself

Blocking out the light

Nothing gets inside of this

No need, to come back out