Sacrilege

Sacrilege

It’s sacrilege to scream at night
The silence closes in
Ringing with emptiness
The house sleeps.
Oh, to scream, to dance, to sing!
To dance, with all the abandon of
A child,
Twirling and leaping
Waving your arms
Wild flapping grace…
But night
Suffocates you
Sacrosanct in dark silence
Your bedroom lamp the
Only
Light,
Dare you make the tiniest noise? Let alone
Music.
Oh, to dance, to dance!