Silence

Silence called

yet did not stay.

I seek its

comfort,

to close out

noise of day:

the nothingness,

the moment before

sleep’s grasp.

It is softness,

a floating;

kisses and

soft breath.,

It will

return.

Then the

mind slips

to a warmer,

floating place –

please, now –

the soft

bed of

freedom.

Silence.

Only then

Can I hear

I’d Just Liken Her Goodnight.

I’d Just Liken Her Goodnight. -Written by Taylor John.

I’d – just,
Liken: her –
Goodnight;

With – a, Light: neither –
Given out;
Nor, lost:
The long – drawn out,
Discolour : new-born –
Or, embossed:

Entrusted : it’s –
Pertinence; it’s –
Sweet,
Worn –
Cough:
(Are – you,
Certain –
Of, this..?)

[I’d – just: watch – there:
The Heart.]