Listening

A vague sense, common and untrusted

An incandesce fades in, shadows dance

The night sings, in its tranquility

Urging the listlessness to applaud,

We place a ring, on the finger of thought

Questioning the onset of sanity

For, in an instant, it seems illogical

And, our ignorance, shall be willing

To overcome the same effect

And if the night be still,

If only in a sense, to fulfill

Tread light,

For, our adversary walks about

Distant and fake,

To be,

To stand and see,

Are you the only ones here,

Listening to the wretchedness?