Haunted by Nothing

Is it time yet for alarm
That with all the evidence
Life could and should be common
In the cosmos, all’s quiet?

Does the night begin to feel
Like a giant flying ship
In full sail, absent a crew?

No sign is not a bad sign,
Necessarily, but nor
Is this silence a good sign.

We’ve been dreaming of demons
And monsters so long. What if
The eyes have opened on us
But we’ve been dreaming all wrong?