The Cloaked Unseen

How can you expect to be heard?
If distrusting silence is preferred
To possibilities that come and go
As faltering moves lumber slow
Where fingers strive to reach
Past hindrance to all that means
But as ghosts, they pass right through.

So unperceived, your hand retreats
Under falling veil and gathered pleats
Donning this weary cloak once more
To relinquish the key that opens the door
On all that's tangible and true
Instead to settle on aching haunches
Peering inward to blinding gloom.

As noiseless air surrounds
Wild racing thoughts resound
In quest of scaping light
From this heavy, dank, stale night
Yet succumbing to this
Numbing hibernation
As feelings hunker down.

In time, cloying chill subsides
Wilted limbs, jolt and ride
Outstretched to meet all seeping glow
Glimpsed through veering curve and flow
Of uncloaked lurking thoughts
To resurrect this need to touch
Pretending there is a choice.