Knocking

There is a knock again 

No sound in silence 

He stepped with no alarms 

I Looked Beyond 

Remembrance of lost claims 

Haunted 

Its surreal, thrill of voice 

Swings higher 

Somewhere his affirmations 

Brought back dotted underrated 

Forbidden pasties

His free-flowing words 

Knocks straight down 

Where there is a hole

Nothing holds 

Its forming an unseen layer of 

Covers 

He is far from sight 

His word echoes 

Clutches me tight 

I am holding my feet

There is a line that reminds me of distant sighs

I fear not to lose sight 

He is a ray of light in grey clouds 

Rapsody marking new Sunshines