Sixteen Horses

I look thru
the glass window
of the cafe
and feel the weight
of silence.

I do not hear
the noise
that accompanies life;
but watch it unfold
in mute.

I search in vain
for meaning
from the animated
display before me;
quiet, emptiness rules.

I look
for my own reflection
but see only
sixteen horses
and a dead man drawn.

I smile
as the angel
with blue eyes
and gold hair
dances a tune.

I see my time
for what it is
and watch
sixteen horses
fade into the night.

 

i know how you feel! good poem