Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Silence sings, on stormy days 
Pulsating rain, falling in waves 
Listless now, we rise and say 
Into the night, as moonlight saves 

Approaching eve, on cloudy skies 
Knowing now, we are not so wise 
Silence sings, as daylight dies 
Knowing not when the sun shall rise 

Grey days cast a shadow in a foggy haze 
Passing over, our eyes we will raise 
Drizzling now, we dance, in a daze 
Hovering over a field of baize 

Into night, silence sings on high 
Still knowing not, still wondering why 
To evening, we sing aloud, it is nigh 
For, in this moment we aren't so shy